[It probably should feel familiar. In another life, questions about Steve and eating left Bucky's lips on a near daily basis, like all Steve's ailments could be made well if he could just get another sandwich in him.]

We can do that - if you want.

[Steve looks back over his shoulder, trying to hide his own confusion. Food, food...they have that around here, don't they?

But his attention is drawn back at the mention of Bucky's arm. Steve takes a long look at it, his eyes trailing over the shiny metal. That arm that Hydra put on him. Just thinking about it makes him feel a little bit like he's been punched in the gut by it.]

Yeah, a lot of things like that don't work outside of the Station. That's why a lot of folks come here.