"You know, I worked really hard to make this dinner and you're just gonna throw it out?" I ask,faking a hurt look. "I'm not 'just gonna throw it out', I'm going to save all of us from food poisoning." Bucky offered, like 'gentleman' he was. "Gee, thanks," I murmured. Bucky planted a kiss on my cheek. "Let me cook instead of you," he advised. I slapped his arm and he chuckled.