It took a lot to convince Bucky to go back to the cafe, but Steve insisted, under the guise that he just had to try a milkshake because "I'm going to die soon anyway!" This made both Bucky and Sam emotional so they relented. Sitting once again on the row of stools, this time with milkshakes, they all looked at Bucky when they saw Katie sitting at her usual spot with the newspaper. Steve pushed the salt behind Bucky again, an evil grin on his face. Right on cue, Katie reached out to grab the salt and looked annoyed when it wasn't there. "Really!" she muttered. "I need to tell the owner to put a salt shaker here." She noticed Bucky sitting at the counter and she felt heat rising to her cheeks. She approached the counter and Bucky grabbed Sam by the arm. "Alright, let's go - " Sam forced him to sit back down but Bucky was still scrambling.

"Dude, calm your ass." Sam whispered, eyes laughing.

"I told you I'm not good at this!" snapped Bucky, as Katie cleared her throat. He turned around, eyes wide.

"You guys must be regulars here." commented Katie, taking the salt shaker from Bucky's shaky hand.

"Well - I mean - we - um - " Bucky stammered, before Sam jumped in with a save.

"Old Steve here wanted a milkshake, and since he's like ninety we had to oblige him." Sam shrugged. "Elderly. Whatcha gonna do, right?"

Katie chuckled and nodded. "Yup, my grandma is like that, too." She glanced at Bucky, who was sipping his milkshake, more than happy to let Sam do the talking. "Well, I should get going." She waved the salt. "Thanks, again!" The moment she was gone, Bucky released the breath he didn't know he was holding in.

Sam looked at him in horror. "Dude, what was that supposed to be?" he cried. "You had it made!"

"I told you!" Bucky said, blushing and looking down into his milkshake. "I'm not good at this love stuff anymore."

Steve looked away sadly, but Sam was not to be swayed. He slowly drank his own milkshake, a plan brewing in his mind.

"Alright, sit up straight." instructed Sam. It was evening and Bucky was getting an impromptu flirting lesson from Sam while Steve gummed on a PB&J in the corner. "Now," continued Sam. "Pretend I'm Katie." He exaggeratedly batted his eyelashes and flipped his invisible long hair.

Bucky just stared at him, slowly blinking. "...why?" he finally said.

Sam paused pretending to be a girl. "Come on, man! Say something charming." He wasn't giving up, Bucky would learn how to flirt again, if Sam had anything to say about it.

Bucky looked confused. "Um.." He wrung his hands. "I like your hair...?"

Sam stared at him. "Really? That's all you got?"

"Look, I really don't see a point in this - " Bucky got up to leave but Steve stuck out his cane to stop him. Bucky threw up his hands in exasperation. "You know what? Fine!" He turned around and made direct eye contact with "Katie", trying his best to channel any memory of himself from the 1940s. He used to be such a ladies' man. Surely he could do it again? He took a deep breath and steadied his shaking hands, picturing Katie smiling at him in his mind. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he said, as smooth as butter, a small smile on his face, as all the charm that was buried deep down in Bucky's psyche suddenly came to the surface.

Steve hooted. "Now he's got it!"

Sam's eyes widened and he stood there, gaping. "Dude. Dude." He looked away. "I turned gay for a second. It was wild."

Bucky smiled, awkward once more. "Well, did I flirt?" he asked.

Steve nodded. "Yes. Yes you did."

Sam whipped around. "You didn't just 'flirt'!" he cried. "You now have a million children, a white picket fence, and A VOLVO S.U.V!"

Bucky turned to Steve, confused. "Translation?"

"You made a lot of babies." explained Steve.

Bucky grinned, pleased with himself. "Oh, good! Thanks guys." He picked up his jacket and headed for his room.

Sam stood in the middle of the room, still shook. "NOBODY TOUCH ME." he yelled, heading for the kitchen for a drink.