Bucky & Natasha
Bucky didn't bother to try to sleep again. A solid few hours was pretty good, after the night they'd had, he wasn't going to risk pushing for more. And he didn't really want to be alone. He stayed out with Steve when they were done talking, mostly just sitting, but he answered questions on and off, or asked some. After what Steve had seen and knew now, there wasn't a lot of point in hiding anything, so Bucky was honest, if a little sparse on details, about what things had been like in the Capitol, and at home, for him when he was asked. He kept an eye out for Natasha, but she kept to herself until morning, and Bucky didn't want to push at her until she was ready.
It was early morning when Natasha came out, judging it a decent time to go. Steve offered to go first. Bucky let him - he was still obviously a hell of a lot less comfortable around Natasha than Bucky was, even with all the mess between them. And Bucky thought even if he'd been a wreck all over her last night, she didn't seem to mind having him around, so it'd be better if it was him who stayed longer. Bucky watched her coach Steve on how to act, and then stopped him right before he left. "Swap shirts with me," he said, giving Natasha a look to see if she thought it was a good idea too. It would add to the rumpled look and the sordid story. When she didn't say no, he unbuttoned his and shrugged out of it, handing it over to Steve and not looking to see if Steve's eyes caught on the scars around the metal. Natasha had seen him shirtless often enough at parties. He doubted it threw her anymore.
He pulled Steve's on, still somehow surprised that it wasn't too small, and then let Steve leave, running his hand through his hair and buttoning up the borrowed shirt, then looked over at Natasha. Thank you was inadequate, but it was all he had. He wanted to say it right, but there wasn't really much chance for that. "You didn't have to," he said quietly. "But thank you. I'm sorry you had to." He looked her over and then smiled faintly. "I could make you eggs?" As thank yous went, it wasn't much. But he was here still, and she didn't cook. Bucky looked at her again. She seemed ... tired, maybe. Much as she ever showed it. "You okay?" he asked her. He stopped and then huffed a self-depreciating sort of laughed. "Much as you could be, I mean."