“okay, ice-cream it is.” Loki agreed, leaning forward to ask the man to stop at the store. Ten minutes later he was at the tower and on his way up with every single flavor of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream and a full thing of plastic spoons. “i’m here!” Loki chirped as he bounced into the room, holding papers in one hand and the bags of ice-cream in the other. Loki really had gone all out because there had to be at least fifty buckets in the bags, which he dumped onto the bed, beaming at them. “I didn’t know what kind to get, so I got them all. Also toppings. And don’t worry, they won’t melt.” he promised. “I had enough magic to spell them, no I’m not in any danger of running out of magic.” he promised before Johnny could complain. “I figured anything we didn’t eat then Barnes would.” Bucky would, could, and did eat anything.