At this rate, Bucky, you'll end up with a friend for life. A kind of emotionally volatile and fucked up friend for life. Who comes complete with suspicious speedster.

"Well, I won't turn down a tip," she says, and does her best not to bounce as she starts walking towards the door to the Starbucks. ...What? It's been ages since she had a chance to lift a drink from the pickup station, much less the drink she wanted right that moment.

"So, what brings you to LA? Or is that classified or whatever?"