"I didn't enlist." he replies, the words coming out with certainty. Bucky's step stumbles slightly because that's right, he didn't enlist, he was drafted, that was it. A distinctive letter on the floor flashes into his head alongside the sense of foreboding that had come with it, the knowledge that his life was about irreparably chance.

It takes focus to keep going forwards and try not to show that he'd just suffered an epiphany.

With interest he watches how Tony manages to persuade the girl behind the counter into giving him the baked goods for free, using his celebrity status as a tribute to make it happen. She looks overwhelmed and flustered as she looks at Tony, then at Bucky who shakes his head. "Just coffee."

Not chai, whatever that was.