Bucky smiled. "Sugar just makes it better you know, don't knock it," he told her. He took a quick sip when she set it down before focusing on the juggling act of three pans again. It wasn't hard to do, he just wanted everything hot at the same time so it meant cooking it all at once, instead of one after the other like he did with himself usually.
Bucky put Peggy's eggs on. "Better than anything the Capitol ever gave me. Guess the trick's you got to find the party favors, not the stuff the docs like to hand out." The party things were meant for fun ... or the Capitol's warped idea of fun, Bucky guessed, since he'd gotten the only one of the lot that seemed to just offer something that was an unqualified positive experience.
Or maybe he just hadn't found the negative and should have thought about that first - but hell if he was going to care. It was worth it to feel like that, once in a while. If it gave him webbed toes or liver failure, he'd deal with it. Still better than throwing up or suddenly wanting to hit on everyone.
He finished her eggs and dished them up. They came out a little lopsided, but cooked right. Bucky pulled off some of the still-hot bacon and sausage and dropped it onto the plate, then set it down in front of her, grabbing butter and bread the box of pastries and setting it within reach, trying to think if there was anything he'd forgotten.
He didn't think so, and turned back, frying up his own eggs quickly and then turning off all the heat and dropping down to sit opposite her at the kitchen table. "You change your mind, come visit. I'll even stay down so you can be the one laughing at dumb jokes for a while and not worry about it," Bucky promised her. "Food okay?" It was just eggs. He didn't figure he could have screwed it up, anyway.