Bucky had already eaten two of them himself. Can't blame a guy. He's got the metabolism of a lycanthrope to feed, not to mention a whole day spent with nothing but time to kill and a sweet tooth. In some ways, it was a relief to see Natasha out of bed. That means having her sleeping back there will be one less vulnerability (some territorial instinct in the back of his brain insists he should protect a sleeping... pack mate? he doesn't examine the impulse too closely), and one less temptation.

He wouldn't be longing to go join her, antsy as a puppy while he waited in the next room anymore.

Bucky took a bottle of water from the table, drinking deeply before he answers.

"Define useful?" he asked with a shrug. "I think I might have found a victim that SHIELD missed. Happened a couple of weeks before the others, and it looks more like an accident. That might be something to check out. Otherwise... it's kind of FUBAR out here. Whatever's doing this, it's making a mess."