[There's just a brief turn of his head for hearing his name spoken by someone other than Larry but as quickly as it came it's gone. He knows Steve's no knucklehead, the doors are shut and the place is empty.]
Give me a break, I've got a strong stomach.
[If only Steve really knew just how strong. He pats himself over his still post-desert taut belly.]
[Food is food and Freddy here is ready to dig into his slice of good old american apple pie. He won't ask what else Steve wants though, if only to let the guy say it himself and also to not presume Captain America might actually have ulterior motives. That'd be unpatriotic.]
[We? As in Bucky and me? Fork in hand, om nom nom nom nom. He's shoveling the pie up pretty fast for a guy with a still healing shoulder, but at least Freddy's out of the sling.]
[He's got his suspicions because Bucky there, he don't act a thing like the Bucky he remembers growing up. Seems more like a devil-may-care ladies man type, not to the extent of one Stark Sr. but close enough. Freddy just keeps on listening more than talking though.]
[There's a hint of pride there, because Bucky can have anyone he wants but he chose Steve, Steve who is still pretty baffled to as why people as spectacular as Bucky and Peggy want to spend time with him in a romantic capacity sometimes]
[Oh God he said sweetheart. He really said sweetheart. Really really sorry, Captain America, but Freddy has to laugh. Don't hate him because deep down Freddy loves you.]
[WHAT HE CAN'T HELP IT HE'S NOT EXACTLY A COUNSELOR.]
Old people, maybe. [Like not even his mom and dad, more like his grandparents. Ahem okay Freddy's calm again.] I'm kidding, man, you can call it whatever the hell you want. It's your thing, your and his...thing.
[Plate pushed aside now so he can pull out a cigarette.] How'd this happen anyway? I mean, you knew right? Him sayin' he's taken wasn't news to you was it?
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