"Thanks for inviting me to sit a spell, sweetheart." Bucky said as he watched the woman pick up the mess of art supplies lying on the floor and set them all on a nearby coffee table before she softly responded with an almost awkward sounding,

"No problem, Sergeant. Um...would you like something to eat or drink while I'm up? I've got some stuff since it's close to lunch time-" She rambled a bit in what seemed to be a nervous habit.

"It's actually a bit after lunch, doll." He pointed out gently as he caught sight of the clock on the wall.

"I-It is?" She asked, her tone colored by something akin to disbelief.

It looked like she seemed to share some personality traits with Tony, from what he could tell from the way Steve and the others had often talked about the man- he tended to get so wrapped up in his projects and work that he often lost track of time, and forgot to eat or sleep.

Often times both for many, many, many days on end.

And that simply wasn't good. Especially for someone in her condition.

She took a moment to glance around the room before locating a clock hanging on the wall and taking note of the time before muttering an 'oh' quickly followed by an oath that left Bucky fighting himself to keep from both grinning in genuine amusement and gently reprimanding her for such unlady-like language.

Upon realizing what she had just said, she slapped a hand to her mouth and stared at him wide eyed as her face turned a fetching pink color from embarrassment as he gave her a little bit of a smile and slowly rose from his seat and moved over to her and gently took the hand she had over her mouth, in his metal hand and very carefully removed it and lightly tugged her towards the couch so that he could gently push her down on it so that she was sitting before finally saying, "Thank you for the thought, but I can get or make my own stuff. Right now let's just worry about you. What do you need? Food? Cravings? Drinks?"

"Oh...um, a soda is fine. I'm not really hungry right now-" She started to say as he slowly shook his head at her and decided to shut that shit down now.

"Lack of appetite or not, you're eating for two now. If you don't want actual food- then you should try snacking on something small," She blinked at him as if she wasn't sure what to think of his somewhat curiously knowledgeable words as he quickly tacked on, "I helped my ma when she was pregnant with all three of my sisters. She sometimes tried to skip on meals either because we didn't have enough for everyone, or because she was feeling poorly. But I made sure that she ate everything that I could get my hands on and more, even if it meant stealing. It's a damned good thing I did too or my second sister would have been stillborn instead of the healthy little tyke that she was."

She gave him an kind smile and nodded her head as she relented and let him go check and see what she had in her kitchen to eat as a snack. He found some cookies- chocolate chip- some brownies that looked pretty good too.

Some left over veggie and alfredo pizza's in the fridge that he quickly confiscated and fixed a plate of two slices of each and then popped the plate in the microwave to heat them while he grabbed her a soda, checking the back of the can to make sure that it didn't have either a lot of caffeine in it or none at all.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the lady's soda barely had anything that could be potentially harmful to her baby in it. And his respect for her grew a bit as the microwave dinged and he quickly pulled the plate of pizza out to check the temperature of it.

After all he knew enough to know that heating pizza in a microwave after it had sat in the fridge for a day or so often led the soft crust to heat up to the point of petrification. And while he wasn't choosy about what he tended to eat- the dame couldn't afford not to be choosy.

Petrified pizza just wasn't eatable to normal folks.

So he was happy that the time he had used had heated it enough to be eatable, and not turn it into a piece of hard wood or something.

Once that was done, he placed three cookies and a brownie or two on the plate and then grabbed the soda and headed back to the living room where he quietly placed everything down on the coffee table in front of her and then went and grabbed himself a soda and then returned and reseated himself across from her as she asked, "This is a snack to you?"

He merely shrugged his shoulders as he watched the way her soft pink lips quirked upwards in amusement before simply muttering, "I'm just covering all the bases, doll."

"Cassie."

"What?"

"My name is Cassie." She said as he looked at her oddly before seeming to realize that he had never really asked her name before. Which was an oversight on his part. He'd have to be better about that in the future.

"T-That's a nice name doll," He stammered out before finally managing to say, "My friends either call me Bucky or James. I'll leave it up to you which one you decide to call me by."

"Okay...James. Thank you for...making me my snack?"

He smiled at her, finding her awkwardness oddly endearing and popped the tab on his soda before taking an experimental drink as she took her first tentative bite of her food as he finally replied with a gentle sounding, "You're welcome doll."