Bucky can't say that he knows anymore. It feels like that here, and it used to sometimes, back home. He'd thought things were simple, fighting Hydra with the Commandos, but now he wonders if some of those people didn't have stories like hers, didn't have a choice. Maybe she's right.

Lucky isn't the only one startled when she sits up, but Bucky automatically lifts his hand to let her re-settle. It's not a smooth change of topic, as far as Natasha goes, but he lets her have it. As much as he might have heard, that part of her life isn't a part of his.

"I guess we'll see. You want something to eat?"