Bucky shakes his head. The idea of a super soldier with allergies or a gluten intolerance is foreign enough that he gives an incredulous look. He's good.

The order for Natasha's drink gets a little smile out of him.

"Scotch," he says. "On the rocks."

He's less cute with his order. But it suits her.

"I think he's afraid of you," he says after the server leaves.