Re: Log: Bucky B/Steve R
[There are a few analog items here and there, dragged back to Stark Tower as anachronisms, a clock, a record player, and the shockingly white sofa was draped with a crocheted afghan done up in muted browns and yellows. Steve takes a sip of the beer and leans back, lifting his feet to prop them on the offensively modern coffee table.] Worst? [He rests the cold bottle against his forehead.] It's hard to choose. Maybe the reporter. [He opens his eyes and smiles sheepishly at Bucky.] I think I do have a superpower. And I think it's making a mess of things.