Peggy looked less than perfect. It was subtle, and she still looked great, because she was Peg, and it'd be hard for her to not look like a stunner. She was like Natasha that way - if really different models of stunning. But it was there, and it was rare. Bucky didn't like it. Knowing Peggy, it was a deliberate choice - but it was probably one she made because as far as the world knew, her guy was sleeping around. She shouldn't have to do it. But like most things, there wasn't anything Bucky could do to fix it now.
He smiled at Moo perching, rolling his eyes a little at the kitten. "Sunny side up, got it," Bucky agreed.
Oh, that was right. Steve had been planning to cook for her. "Well, guess he learned in the last few years. Guy could make charbroil out of popcorn, before." Which was a longstanding argument Peggy probably wouldn't know about. Bucky always said Steve burned it trying to get the last kernels to pop, Steve always said he wasted. They'd picked it right back up that night, at Steve's house. But Bucky hadn't known Steve learned how to cook. He guessed it wasn't that surprising - Steve had to take care of himself for a while now. "I'll let you be the one he cooks for, though. Call me a coward." Or just that he wasn't going to ask Steve to cook for him. It'd look like ... trying to compete with Peggy? Or it would in Bucky's head, anyway. Popcorn and the odd visit would work, for now.
Bucky tilted his head. "I'm all right. Not cracking up full time, promise." Once, but other than that he was held together as well as he ever was. The bacon sizzled as it cooked, and Moo perked up from her spot on Peggy's shoulder, curious about the sound and the smell. Bucky kept half an eye on her so she didn't try to jump down and then make a running leap at the stove or anything. "Coffee's done, if you want some. I'm out of hands. Or there's water for tea," Bucky said, nodding toward the pot.