"Thanks, babe," Scott murmured around a smirk, a wink putting paid to the joke as the door drifted shut behind them and he clicked the lock into place. Which might have seemed out of the ordinary for any other Capitolite, but Scott kept his doors locked whether he was home or not. Part of it was the thief in him, probably, the one who had discovered that sometimes the easiest way to break into someplace was to try the knob. But there was another part, a newer part, one that had cropped up after his move to the city, that had never quite felt secure enough without the door bolted. Hell, even bolting the door provided him with marginal peace of mind at best. That was pretty par for the course here, though. Peace of mind was difficult to come by.
He moved around Bucky, relieving him of the take out with a wan smile. "Ah, couldn't sleep." Half truths were easier to swallow than outright lies, and that was how Scott functioned in moments of personal distress - admit to some, you might not get pressed for all. Not that he couldn't divulge the better part of his troubles if Bucky decided to needle him for answers, he trusted the other man with his concerns, but he'd rather not have to admit out loud to Cassie's prospective career. So he changed the subject instead, settling the bags on the breakfast bar that separated his kitchen from his dining room. "Smells good. Might be biased, though, since I know this stuff isn't dosed." A pause. "Unless you found that recipe you were looking for."