"I was the same," Bucky admitted. "It's harder to readjust to new schedules more than it used to be." As a soldier or being on the run, his life constantly changed, and he was always adjusting one way or another. But now, being here, he'd developed more or less a normal routine. That is, until the monsters showed up and forced him back into battle mode. High alert, minimal sleep, odd hours, always on edge. It was almost strange how odd the come down felt after the fact.
He gave a nod and fished out two mugs, one for each of them, and poured the coffee. Sliding Wanda's over to her, he left his black and leaned against the counter before taking a small sip.
"I wouldn't object to either one of those," he remarked with a small smile. "The bread or the muffins." His appetite was no secret, neither his or Steve's were really, so who was he to argue if the best cook in the apartment wanted to curb her insomnia with baking?
Bucky took another sip of his coffee. "I hadn't decided yet if I was going to just mill around here for a couple hours or head out really early."