Bucky had carried the guilt of his actions for decades. He remembered every one of those he had killed or hurt. They haunted him and he knew he deserved it. It would take more than just the kind words from L.L. to undo that damage.
Looking up from the message he had sent to Natasha, he filed away her abilities. He watched as she wandered over to the weapons. Most were assault rifles, some had grenade launchers attached, but there was one in an open hard case. It was a modified sniper rifle and clearly well cared for in spite of how much use it seemed to have. The table next to the guns held an array of various knives, most with matted black blades to keep from shining in light.
"...Are locator spells something you can do? Or know someone who can do them?"