Bucky? Nah." Pyro shook his head. "There is only one boy scout I knew from my days and that was Captain America. Story has it - he's from the forties like this." John gestured with his fork. "What part of the big city, I have no idea, but I think he's from the big city." Silently taking in his good ole lox he chewed just a soft snort for a response to her riveting review of the theater boys.
"Well then, tell me how you really feel Beverly." John laughed softly once he had cleared his mouth of food. "I admit, I'm not one for community these days." Or early on, thinking back to the debacle that came of Carol inadvertently strong arming his party to celebrate the pair of Starks. It turned out fine, but that was his last notion of trying hard.
"What's stopping you from whooping some ass and getting that theater done?" John piqued an interest. "I mean, I'll help you with the heavy lifting." Flexing a little for Bev, John smirked a ridiculous smile. "Besides, I'd like a big screen to enjoy some movies on."