"Its eyes follow me wherever I go," said Tony.

"Don't call him 'it.'" Steve sounded tired, even though he'd fallen asleep on watch too.

The Winter Soldier had returned the next day. He seemed to be feeling better. At least, he didn't swoon into Steve's open arms this time.

This time, the Winter Soldier had appeared in the dining room (how?) just in time for breakfast, which was a trait he shared with Steve. He hadn't moved or spoken, simply watched them warily from his perch on the sideboard, looking like a giant Central Park pigeon. Actually, the pigeons in Central Park were braver than that. They were so used to people, they would eat out of your hand. Sometimes they would try to eat your hand.

Bruce broke out the dehydrated peanut butter, which the Avengers ordered it in bulk, because it was one of the few foods they could all agree on, being low-fat (Rhoades), high-protein (Steve), and vegan (Vision).

Bucky made a face. Hydra must have fed him a lot of low-fat, high-protein, vegan shakes. Tony knew the guy had been tortured but that was just cruel and unusual.

"Careful or your face will freeze that way," said Tony, and Steve kicked him.

"Do you want something else, buddy?" Steve asked.

The Winter Soldier cocked his head, looking more like a pigeon than ever. Tony couldn't tell if the stumper was "buddy" or "want."

There were a couple of stickers on the bulk package of peanut butter that said, "This is a set. Do not separate." Tony peeled them off. He stuck one on Steve and one on the Winter Soldier. He was pleasantly surprised when neither of them beat him to death.

"It's not that hard, Fullmetal Alchemist," he said. "What tickles your fancy? What motors your boat? You made the decision to come here and bleed all over my stuff. Now make another."

"You can do whatever you want now, Buck," said Steve, in a voice thicker than he was.

The Winter Soldier cleared his throat, opened his mouth and said, in a voice more steely than he was, "I wanna' get fat."

Tony barked a laugh.

"That is aggressively American. Should have figured, best friend of Captain 'Murica and all. Well, everyone knows the most American way to get fat is a trip to the mall, and I need a new Rolly. Suit up, boys. We're going to Columbus Circle."