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[prodigaljaybird]

He's taken food from the Winchester.

It's not stolen, not today, and he even took the time to sweet talk the tall, pretty blonde in the kitchen into a custom order. He hadn't even had to help, just promised an extra boar or two the next time the Winchester needed meat, showed up when the food was ready, and that was that. And so it is that when

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[onlyapassenger]

Bucky pokes his head out of his room, fresh from a shower, and in the process of putting on a shirt. The pantry they keep in the hut's basic at best, meaning the wafting smell of an actual dinner catches him by surprise; they don't make a habit of eating in. Tugging down the sky blue polo, he steps into the common area, and drags a hand back through his still-damp hair. His gaze sweeps over the spread Jason's set down on the table, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"I think you got turned around," he says, fixing the kid with a dubious glance even as he collapses into the opposite chair; turning down food isn't in his nature, but this all seems a bit extravagant for a normal Thursday night. "You realize this isn't your little gal pal's treehouse, right?"

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason grins. Gal pal. For such a badass, Bucky is an enormous dork sometimes. It's almost enough to tempt Jason into locking him and Tim in a room together to see who nerds out the hardest.

"Don't have much time for eating at the treehouse," he says with an obnoxious grin, one that's entirely swallowed up by a blush when he realizes that's not exactly true, but in ways he has no intention of discussing with Bucky.

He swallows and pulls out a chair for himself. "You didn't eat, right?"

[onlyapassenger]

Bucky's not a prude, but he's from an era where that kind of thing just isn't discussed, let alone at the dinner table; he doesn't blush like Jason at the implication, but he does, for a moment, pointedly avert his gaze to the food in front of him, grabbing a fork. That his thoughts automatically turn to Natalia whenever the subject of Lux comes up in conversation doesn't help matters; he hasn't seen her since last year, but his feelings for her haven't gone anywhere.

"Nope," he answers after a beat. "I was just getting ready to head out. You've got good timing, kid."

[prodigaljaybird]

"Hey, I know your schedule by now," Jason replies as he yanks the roast closer to him. It smells fucking good, and had the whole journey over. More than once Jason had been tempted to tuck in early, and the way he's all but drooling over it now lends a casualness to his next statement that doesn't need faking.

"Thought you might be visiting Steve, though."