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Natasha walks into Steve’s kitchen—through the window of course—and hears the tail end of a conversation about KFC.
"—I don’t think it had much to do with Kentucky," Steve was saying. "Though maybe it does? Maybe Kentucky means something different in the future?"
Bucky grunted in agreement.
"Steve, Steve, Steve," Natasha said, shaking her head. "If you need a tour of modern cuisine, all you had to do was ask. I could take you out."
"I don’t—Bucky asked—” Steve said.
“Both of you,” she clarified. “Come on, let’s see how the fast food industry holds out against supersoldier stomachs.”
She was thrilled later when between them they finished that particular KFC’s daily supply of chicken.
"Natasha took you to a KFC?" Sam asked, appalled. "Man, you haven’t even tried sushi yet. Don’t go straight to the lowest common denominator, you hear what I’m saying?"
"Actually, I noticed that the prices at the KFC made a pretty large meal affordable even for—" said Steve.
"Yes, man, believe me, I know,” said Sam. “But this is your introduction to the future. We can do better than K fucking FC.”
"Yeah?" asked Bucky, leaning back in his chair, all challenge. "Can you do better?"
"Can I do better, he says," scoffed Sam. "Can I do—get your super asses up, we’re going for sushi."
Later, Bucky opened Steve’s fridge and there was still nothing.
"Where do you think we can convince them to take us next?" he called over his shoulder. "I’m hungry again."
"Let’s tell them we don’t know what a cheeseburger is," suggested Steve.