Bucky wouldn't come willing yet. Steve was petty sure he could work on the other man enough that it would not always be the case. He just needed time and that time would have to be bought through a lot of patience and perseverance. Luckily, Steve had both in spades.

He rubbed his hands together over the tray to make sure that they weren't to dirty and was waiting to be attacked or given some sort of ridiculous order when Bucky spoke again.

The blond's eyebrow shot up. "You've got to know that I won't do that, pal." Not even if Bucky assured him it was harmless and not even if he knew it was nearly impossible to poison of sicken him.

He had thought it impossible to drug him, though, until just a little bit ago and now he wasn't taking chances.

"Though I'd sure appreciate you telling me what it is anyway." His body stiffened, readying itself for whatever onslaught Bucky would think it necessary to lay upon him for disobeying. Their relationship had never been so complicated before. Far from it. Since the day they met until the day they lose each other, their friendship had always been assured.

Perhaps more than that.

But Steve wasn't about to dredge up old, God-forsaken feelings right now.