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[nerves_of_ice]

It's impulse more than anything that has him ducking through the door into the bar. Impulse, and the desire for a really, really good cup of strong coffee, better than he can make for himself - new prototype arm or not.

But when Bucky settles on a barstool and makes the request, he's startled to also be presented with a cake made out of individually-frosted cupcakes, with a candle stuck in the topmost one. He picks up the napkin that appears beside it.

"'Happy birthday,'" he reads aloud. "Well, here, anyway."