Though, from the sound of it, Natasha didn't see this place as one. So maybe it wasn't. They were allowed to leave their rooms as they pleased. There were no guards to watch or corral them or nip at their heels when they were falling out of line. There were plenty of comforts and luxuries for them to enjoy. Either they had been taken in by the galaxy's kindest soul or-
-someone just liked to play with their food.
"So this has only just started?" Scratch heaven then. Bucky frowned and leaned his chin into his hand, finger tapping on his bottom lip. "Interesting." He felt like he should be worried. Yet, Natasha sat there calm as a summer's breeze. Strange how it felt so natural to trust her. Was it her voice? Or the way she kept looking at him with nothing to hide under those long lashes...
"Falling off a train. We were on a mission and I failed." But he shrugged. That was in the past, he guessed and there was no point in beating himself over it. He'd only work harder in the future and not let it happen again. Speaking of the future, he was curious about her's. He met her gaze, then smiled. "You're from the future, aren't you? Think you can tell me anything about it? Everyone's been pretty mum about it with me."