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Other than introducing the two new guys as Sam and Bucky, Steve had not said much about his two new friends. He had brought them with him to one of the rare Avengers Breakfast. Of course, everyone knew the basics of what happened (Tony was very disappointed he hadn't been able to help take S.H.I.E.L.D down) and they knew better than to pry. The conversation had flowed easily, for the most part. Bucky had just stayed a silent shadow behind Steve, occasionally responding nonverbally to something Steve said or asked. The group made the food together so everything was a mishmash of different types and cultures. It was two hours after they started cooking that everyone sat down to the table to eat. It was long rectangular table, Thor at one end and Steve at the other, with Bucky sitting behind him. Natasha, Clint and Sam sat along one side, with Tony and Bruce along the other. The meal was mostly finished when the conversation came a lull. It was not a particularly uncomfortable quiet, more of a curious one. Everyone was dying to know the full story but they had enough restrain (barely on Tony's part) not to question Steve.
Steve was still eating his pancakes, munching happily. Bucky was behind him, eating broodily (if such a thing were possible) and never took his eyes off Steve. Tony opened his mouth and inhaled to speak. Bruce whapped him on the hand with a spoon. Tony mostly stifled a manly yelp of pain. He rubbed his hand and gave Bruce a wounded look. Thor inquired about Sam's aerial fighting abilities and conversation continued.
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That's all she- er, I, wrote. I just had an image of the Avengers having breakfast and Bucky, in full Winter Soldier attire, sitting behind Steve all broody with the rest of the team really curious.