"Of course! I'm a good lil' soldier—Well. Not little. You know what I mean!" He bumps him right back, sand making their skin rough and a little sticky from the sweat.

When they come to the ice cream parlor, Bucky is suddenly hit with trepidation. "God, I hope they have, like, human flavors." He hadn't thought about that first. They should, right? Shouldn't vanilla at least be a universal flavor?