"That stuff explodes?" There was a slight rise to the end of the last word when Bucky said it, and he studied the familiar bottles with an uneasy twist in his stomach. He had drank one of those on his first day. Were they not meant to be beverages?

But rather than chastise Parker for the dangers of tossing explosive material potentially on the heads of unsuspecting civilians, or confronting her with accusations of nearly filling him full of plastic shrapnel, he peered over the edge. Heights had never bothered him before, but looking over the edge now, vertigo hit him along with unwanted memories of his hand slipping and the cold wind around him as he plummeted to his death. Bucky pulls away from the edge abruptly, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves.

"I think this time around I will let you have all the fun. It just wouldn't be fair to take some of it away when I won't enjoy it nearly as much." Now that he knew she wasn't trying to kill him he lost his desire to confront her. But the small panic gives Parker plenty of time to swipe the dose of HappiTime if she wants a look at it.