She shoots a sharp look at him, glances back at the bar top.

"Actually, can I get a glass of wine instead?" she asks, and watches with interest as the coffee and whiskey disappear, replaced by a generously poured glass of white wine. "Thanks. You – " she adds, to Bucky, as she picks the drink up and takes a sip.

Damn, it's good.

"You are not off the hook yet."