"You're not wrong about that," Bucky says dryly, chuckling a little as he locks the door and empties his pockets onto the small table next to it. What she says next startles a laugh out of her and a pleased flush rises to his cheeks as he passes by her, pausing with the hand on her hip. "Careful, you'll scandalize her."

He wants to drag him into his bedroom and throw her down onto the bed he hardly uses, but she was right when she called him a gentleman. Or maybe that ship's long sailed, but he can still try to be polite. He grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and two protein bars from the cabinet because all that exercise in the water (and on the beach) has him starved.

"Quick refuel first?" Bucky asks with an almost sheepish smile, handing her one of each item before ripping into the protein bar. "This isn't the breakfast that I promised, by the way."