Bucky sat quietly at the dinner table, Ali drowsing on his lap.
He'd eaten, not a lot, but enough to keep Steve from worrying. The food tasted good enough, he just couldn't get any enthusiasm up for it. There was too much to think about.
Dr. Banner and his plans for Bucky.
The police and their warrant.
Tony and his plans for Bucky.
Steve. Sex.
Prison.
His damned trigger words.
The press. The helicopters had retreated, but the streets below were full of news vans, cameras and hordes of rapacious reporters.
All of the above.
Not necessarily in that order.