Wiping his hands on the dish towel, Bucky stilled and furrowed his brows at the mention of Wakanda. Out of all the people listed, they were the ones who meant something to him other than Sam's family. He owed Shuri and Ayo everything. At least they were okay—Shuri tended to avoid telling him about any of the issues she might have been facing as the princess of Wakanda. Something about his need to come in and help.

"And Romanoff's been busy with her crocheting," he said, then tilted his head to the side as he feigned confusion. "Or was it needlepoint? Can't remember—low intellect and all that."

He shrugged in a mock apology as he moved past them to sit at the kitchen table. It was very clear that she had come for Sam and Sam alone, and that was fine by him. But he and Sam were partners—or co-workers, or just two idiots who had people in common and tended to rely on one another—and he wasn't going to leave the kitchen for Sam to take more on his shoulders like the martyr he sometimes tended to be. He had a pair that could help carry the load, too.

Sam muttered loudly, "He's overdue for his grandpa nap."

Cass feigned a yawn. "So am I." He began to lift himself up and out of his chair, but Sarah was quick to gently push him back into his seat.