Whatever she wants. She's got no idea, but something materializes anyway: another cup of coffee, fragrant with cinnamon and just a touch of vanilla.

And a double shot of whiskey.

Sharon stares at the coffee, the liquor, and the napkin, then picks up the last and finally looks at Bucky. "It gave me a smiley face," she says, a little obviously.

"Is the bar trying to make me feel better?"