[Bucky's forcing himself to move because otherwise he'll fall asleep. He can feel the tug of pain and fatigue on his limbs, but he refuses to give into it with all these people around. So he's taken to pacing the aquarium, not going too close.
Until he smells something pretty distinctive.
He hovers in the doorway to the bathroom, brows furrowed.]
evening
Until he smells something pretty distinctive.
He hovers in the doorway to the bathroom, brows furrowed.]
Is that coffee?