The nightmares would never end. They'd lessen, maybe after so many years, but they would always be there. But a few nightmares here and there wasn't the worst of it. He could recall every face and name that HYDRA had sent him to 'handle'. They'd called it building a better future. Not that it mattered how they tried to dress it up. He was being forced to murder people. More often than not, innocent people. Good people. His mind wouldn't let those memories fade, no matter how much time had passed.
So he'd recognized Yelena Bolova the second she arrived.
Nervous wasn't exactly the feeling but something close to it sat in his stomach like a heavy rock, along with the anchor that was currently tethered to Will. And because his stomach was so full, he hadn't eaten anything all day. His nose twitched at the first smell of food but he remained where he was. He let other people approach him first, if they wanted to. He'd expected Yelena to be more interested in talking to Will than him so both of his eyebrows shot up as she plopped the basket right next to him and started off rather politely saying hello. With such a formal tone. Gruff but fair.
Bucky hid a smile but his tone was light. "привет маленький паук" It had been awhile since he'd used his Russian but like most things he'd 'learned' from HYDRA, it was still stuck forever in his mind. But it was a language he missed using. Sometimes, it felt more natural to speak it than the language he'd grown up with. It was a small thing but it did make him happy to have someone else to converse with. "Are the dogs snacks for me?" He asked, briefly looking down to see what she'd brought.