Alright, Steve's not going to push that further. Elle gets the attic. "Yeah, raisins." He frowns. Not a big fan. "Do you want them?" He might as well. They're just a little too sweet, and he prefers fresh grapes. Well, Steve prefers fresh most things, though most dried fruit is awesome. Dried bananas, dried pineapple-- he loves dried kiwi. But raisins, yuck.

Definitely Bucky's influence.

He brings out the box of them anyway, sets them on the table in case Tony would like them, and then looks confused at their hilariously mismatched piles. "Sure you don't want any more of these?"