A flash of rage crossed Bucky's face, his posture pulling tightly into readiness to lash out at his attacker. And then his name registered, the cheerful greeting, the grinning girl with cake in front of him. Not a threat. Just Gracie. He slowly released a calming breath, remembering where he was and where he wasn't, rearranging his features into a more welcoming smile. Fuck, he hoped he hadn't scared her, hoped Gracie didn't realize how close she was to a broken nose. He really needed to stop being so jumpy.
"Oh, hey, be careful," Bucky warned with a gentle teasing, reaching out to adjust the plate that was dangerously close to tipping over. "I tried to find you between classes, and realized I didn't know what classes you took," he apologized, trying not to be too hard on himself for something he obviously couldn't control.