Knox has seen apartments like this before, including his own in the not-so-distant past. Utilitarian, colder than a hospital room, and very very clean. He doesn't want to impose, and slips out of his shoes by the front door just in case. Bucky says something that Knox doesn't hear, because Knox is staring at what looks like a recently eaten MRE.
"Bucky... do you... do you eat MRE's... like... for fun?"
Bucky pauses halfway through his "It's not much" speech and turns to look at Knox blankly.
"It's chili mac," Bucky says, as if that explained everything. "Two hundred eighty calories, sixteen grams of protein. If all I ate was MREs, I'd have to eat ten a day."
He walks over to the fridge—which is also right there, because this safehouse is a studio—and opens the freezer, revealing a stack of identical Hungry Man™ Salisbury steak entrees with mashed potatoes and green beans.
"These are my lunch and dinner," he says matter-of-factly. "I just eat the chili mac if I need a snack in between. And there are eggs in the fridge for breakfast."
