Slap out of his hand. Take it away. One or the other or both. He had failed--though history doesn't talk about those moments because he had always gone back--and his punishments had been cruel. They had kept him under control in the beginning by teaching him that he had no choices. They told him what to do and when. End of story. Food included.

He slows down a little, stopping only to try to work up some spit in his mouth, peanuts suck the moisture right out and Bucky doesn't ask for things like drinks of water. He's not to that point yet. He keeps side-eyeing Tony, still a wary wild animal expecting their new benefactor to turn on them.