It was always easy to forget that just because Goodland wasn't the constant near death of home, it was without those days where things sucked. "At least they are your gym bags, and you wouldn't need to write an apology letter to anyone?" It was always easy to rib Steve for all his wholesome ways, even when you knew he had a bunch of other, less wholesome traits.
"Like I'd bring you anything else?" Confirmation, at least, that she wasn't just picking random people to bother. Carol made herself at home, her own food acquired as Bucky tucked into his, "Oh, it's raining chickens outside, Hulk has turned orange, and they're deciding if he needs a rename and everyone is talking backwards. I thought I'd break the news with shakes and burgers." Carol's humour always did need a bit of work.
"Truthfully? I figured we haven't done lunch in a bit. But all of my random drop ins come with food. Given who I live with, I've got a habit of just always doing things with food now." She was going to get fat, and not fit into her supersuit soon. "Y'doing okay?"
Carol figured it was easier to leave it open for Bucky to either unload or just ... work through. She knew it wasn't always time to dump shit on people, and sometimes you just needed to punch some bags because your hair refused to straighten no matter how many times you fried it in a pair of straighteners.