"I will," Bucky replied, a bit terse. "I just need the right moment." He was stalling a bit, and he knew it.

"The right moment ain't just going to pop up," Steve said, giving him a bit of a look. But he left it at that, instead getting up to go raid the kitchen.

Bucky muttered something under his breath and hunkered down in the couch a bit more. He still needed to gather a bit more of his courage to go and talk to Liz again.

Fortunately for him, Liz ended up camping out at the coffee shop two days in a row. The first day was spent rebuilding the owner's laptop with all new parts, and the next day she took on other tasks. Updating the register a bit, fixing a waitress's cell phone, hitting the TV up in a corner a few times to make it work, things like that. They were both relaxed days with lots of swearing in Russian, lots of caffeine, and almost no sleep in between. She ignored the tingle and burn of Extremis keeping her going, long used to it by now.

Bucky was no stranger to insomnia, either, so he didn't think much of it when he didn't get any sleep that night. He did make sure to get a coffee as soon as he got to the coffee shop, though. He figured he'd need it. Once he had his caffeinated courage in-hand, he made his way over to Liz.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound normal rather than anxious.

"Hello again." Liz shot him a grin. "I wondered if I'd scared you off last time." The comment was light, but the not-quite-fear in her eyes wasn't. She had thought she'd scared him off, especially after she'd figured out who he was and what he was supposed to be to her.

"Nope," Bucky replied. "I'm not so easy to scare off." True. Although it had taken a bit of working himself up to it to come back, but that was out of an entirely different kind of fear. "Had to push my friend at someone, first." Also true.

"Ah, playing matchmaker now, are we? That's always fun." Liz grinned. "Young love is kind of cute and a little bit sickening. Thus why I'm hiding out in here. I don't just love to take things apart, ya know." She bit off another Russian swear when her thumb caught on an exposed part and she glowered down at the cell phone.

"I'm not half bad at taking things apart," Bucky said. "Kind of comes with the territory, at this point." He shrugged his metal arm a bit, and paused when she caught herself on the exposed part. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Not a problem." The cut healed over as quickly as she'd gotten it. "Stupid thing. This is probably one of the worst designs I've ever seen." Liz shook her head and wiped the drop of blood off on a napkin.

"That bad?" Bucky asked. He glanced at her. "You need anything for that cut?" There was suspiciously little bleeding, but he wanted to be sure before he jumped to any superhuman conclusions.

"It really is that bad, and this thing is only two years old. Honestly, people never learn." It took a few moments for the question about the cut to register, and then Liz blinked at him. "No, I'm fine, thanks. It's already stopped bleeding." Which was good and bad. She was kind of pleasantly surprised that he'd asked, but that also meant he'd noticed, and would likely notice how little blood there was and possibly come to some conclusions she didn't like.

Bucky had definitely seen the blood drip onto the table. Wasn't that interesting?

"If you're sure," he said. "What are you working on?"

"Cell phone for the waitress. She's got a kid and only gets minimum wage plus tips. Figured I'd help her out a bit and see if I can get this thing to work better, take one thing off her mind." Liz shrugged, going back to poking at the innards of the cell phone.

"Nice of you," Bucky said, watching her as she went back to prodding the phone. He was quiet for a few moments. "So I'm going to go ahead and assume you know as well as I do what's going on, here. With us, I mean."

That made Liz freeze for three heartbeats before she nodded and resumed working. "Yup," she said. "I know. Well, I know my theory anyway, which is absolutely crazy and in no universe would ever work, but still." She couldn't quite look at him, and the phone in front of her was a good reason not to.

"It's not something I ever thought would happen, either," Bucky said, watching her. "Guess that's just how it happens sometimes."

"Guess so." Liz removed a part carefully, flicking her gaze up to him briefly. "So, we really going to try this? I mean, I'm not opposed to the idea, but we hardly know each other."

"If you're willing," Bucky said cautiously. "I mean, I understand if you don't want to, I wouldn't want anyone to experience what's in my head. But I'm willing to try if you are."

"Oh, sweetheart, your nightmares aren't any worse than mine," Liz said with a wry smile. "So yeah, we can try, see what happens."

Bucky just raised an eyebrow at that. Yeah, no, he was fairly sure his nightmares were worse, but he wasn't going to argue with her over it, not yet. He sat down next to her, a bit cautious still, to get a better look at what she was doing.

Liz shifted, almost unconsciously, to make room for him and to give him a better view.

"Once I finish, it'll be faster," she said, glancing at him. "With improved connectivity to the internet, things like that."

Bucky nodded a bit as he watched her work.

"What else can you work with?" he asked.

"Better question would be what can't I work with," Liz said. "Fridges, TVs, laptops--basically anything mechanical. I've worked on cars before. Done a bit of everything, I think. Kept a radio from pre-World War II working for several years until I had to move unexpectedly." She shrugged.

"Interesting." And good to know, actually, so Bucky mentally filed that information away. It was partially habit and partially actual interest, but he did try to keep his Winter Soldier training habits to a minimum, when he could.