Bucky + Peggy
Interrogating people wasn't something that Bucky enjoyed either. Give him a face to punch or a throat to kick and he'd do it. He was a man of action. If he was going to be talking, that was the thing that would end up in more trouble. Besides, grilling people didn't guarantee that they would tell the truth. Torture a man long and he'd say anything just to make it all stop.
Or in Bucky's case, just not say anything at all and hope death came soon.
"It's kind of like some forced retirement here, isn't it? The hotel brings us here and lets us do whatever we want. Relax. Read a book. Yoga. Cook. And just when we get bored, it throws something at us. I don't like being played with but," Bucky sighed. "I won't lie. This place has been good to me. I don't want to go back and I'll do whatever it takes to stay here. I like the idea of not having to worry about another Thanos dropping in from space and snapping his fingers and killing half the planet. 'Course I wasn't around for that. I was part of the half that got snapped away." He shrugged like he hadn't just delivered one of the worst battles the Avengers had faced.
Karli had been a dream compared to that big purple thumb. "I'm tired of fighting. I just want to build a little house, maybe a fence and do crosswords on the porch with Steve." With a grin, he nudged his elbow into her shoulder. "You could come and help us out with 'em. I bet I'd have a pie waiting for you."