Living on a razor's edge, danced with demons, tasted death

[Steve checks the bathroom on his circuit through, almost out of habit, before he comes back to sit further toward the headboard than Bucky, open the nightstand drawer and look for those take out menus. He grabs two of the six, and hands them to Bucky.]

I'm good with either of those. Or anything you pick off ...DoorDash? [He knows it's a thing, he knows Bucky likes it, he's not familiar with it.] Play our cards right we might both get through a shower before they get here?