When she heads out, Bucky quickly runs his right hand over one of the apples in the bowl, then palms it. Another second, it's in his jacket. It's just an apple, sure, but it's stolen. He'll see if there's anything more theft-worthy in the next place.

He leaves, closes the door behind him, then nods at Natasha's words.

They enter, and there are snarls, hisses coming from inside.

"Sounds more likely already," comes the wry comment.