“Mmm. Suppose they got better things to do. Food supply important though.” Bucky snickers, waving his hand, “They got those what…Those hybrid foods too. Seedless. Dunno why but they’re good.” Props his chin on his hand, mulling over the clue. Snaps his fingers of his metal hand, “Uhhhh…What’s the one…Man….” Shrugs and takes a few more bites of his breakfast.
“It’ll come to me.”
If Toro would ask Bucky what he had intended, waking Toro up from dust like that, he’d say go back and ask that damn kid with the blue jacket. Hell, why he was it, ask Cap why he brought Bucky back into living, screaming his damn head off from all the memories. They were here. Now. They had to live. Bucky would rather be staying with Toro more than all the Soldier stuff. Had to right what dirty jobs he’s done over the years. Most days, Toro and the shield were the only familiar faces. Sure, Namor was still around. And he still sorta worked for Fury. But they never had good news. Becca was old and grey but he couldn’t bring himself to visit again, now that he was considered legally dead. Natasha got it. She always did. Before Leo wiped her memories of Bucky.
Gets up with a groan, rubbing the line between flesh and metal, to fill up his coffee. Dark, black. Closer to sludge. Leans against the counter as he sips, quiet. Can’t believe they made it. He cherishes these mornings with Toro. Days where he didn’t have to pretend to understand everything. “Today the day we do the touristy things or go do whatever Sam suggested instead?” Not like they hadn’t played tourist in New York before. That was just a long time ago.
A chuckle, smacking his forehead. “Mandolin.”
‘ Seedless ? How do they grow … ’ The last part is mostly to himself. Toro never got to finish school, since he’d been home-schooled and his parents had died when he was 14. Still, both parents being scientists, most of his education was fast-tracked, even though it ended early, and he’d had an affinity to the arts, rather than the sciences his parents excelled in. After the train crash, the circus, and then essentially being adopted by the Human Torch, Toro had just written himself off for a proper education. He didn’t need it to set Nazis on fire, anyway. Still, there are certain occasions where Toro might come across as a simple man — times like this, for instance, and the conundrum of the seedless grape.
He looks at half filled crossword. ‘ Man … ’ That’ll explain the chap part of the clue, but not the rest. He lets Bucky stew on it, and moves onto the Down clues.
‘ What’ve you got left on Sam’s list ? Nothing Broadway related, please. ’ Toro was down for a cultural re-education, especially since it was abundantly clear how much they’ve progressed from ‘50s America. A proper deep dive also highlights how many step backs they’ve taken along the way, but progress was progress. Toro likes Sam. He’s a little jealous that Bucky has a new flying partner. If he’s honest, he’s a little jealous that Bucky is still out there kicking bad guy butts. Toro is using the time between now and whenever he gets back on SHIELD’s radar to figure out what exactly he wants to do — if there’s something for him out there apart from kicking bad guy butts.
‘ You’re a genius, Bucky, ’ he says quite genuinely, and fills the word in. He gets up to clear his plate, catches sight of Bucky relaxed, sipping ( a second ) coffee against the counter. Toro cherishes these mornings with Bucky, too. ‘ You sure treat your body like a temple, pal, ’ he says, shaking his head as he takes out the empty coffee pot to give it a rinse.