IC-Bucky
Bucky looks a little worse for wear when he stands up; he's got bags under his eyes, his hair is pulled back but it's sloppy, like maybe he's had that same little bun in for a couple of days. He's wearing new clothes he's found around the station, medieval ones are a little tough to put on while he's still getting used to the suit-of-armor arm. He doesn't bother to move to the podium, figuring his message is short.
"Most of you probably already saw on the network but in case you didn't, Wanda is going to be running the cafe on her own for a few days-maybe a week or so. The menu will be limited and I'm leaving it up to her how much she does or doesn't want to make. Requests are accepted but demands are not." It wasn't a threat, but it was clear he wasn't going to tolerate anyone being rude to her.
"If anyone wants to come see us about working there so it doesn't all fall to her if I can't be there, I'll let you know when I'm back so we can talk about training and everything."