Bucky laughed a little, “Most of it was already here. I think this was something similar before we all got here. I just cleaned it up and got a few things from the mall.” He held out one hand for Steve to lead them through the opening in the glass windows that served as a door.
“But I thought maybe we could get chalkboards for the menus so you could draw them up and we could change them for the seasons or based on what doors are open.” He pointed to a big open space on the wall behind the countertop and above the work space. “We’ll have to get some nice chairs and tables and things, and we’ll probably have to paint.” The current walls were some sort of steely blue that felt a little sterile, like the rest of the station, but Bucky imagined that something more cozy might be appreciated.