Bucky watched her twirl the knife and gave a small grin. She definitely had quite a bit of skill. But knowing how to use a knife and actually using it were two different things. Still, at least she knew how to use it should the occasion arise. "Keep it close then," he said, handing her the knife's sheath.
He secured his mask and goggles before grinning, shaking his head in amusement. He followed her through, grabbing a rifle before stepping through. Slinging it over his shoulder, he looked around, reaching up to tap the side of his goggles to read for any additional heat signatures.
Seeing the bowl he nodded some. "I'll be here," he returned. After she left he began wandering the room. He made his way over to the bed and noticed it was covered with letters. Closer inspection revealed that they were the letters he had sent her decades ago. His eyes softened a bit and he reached down, picking one up and fingering the paper.