Abby & Bucky
"Ah, so we basically need to actually take down some birds to rob them of feathers first. But we need the feathers to make the arrows." Bucky shook his head at the catch-22. "Maybe Sara will loan us a few arrows to do that with. Have you met her yet? She's really great. She can make bows if you don't have yours with you."
"It's okay. I hadn't really thought people would assume that about us? I mean, before when we lived together in Brooklyn, nobody would assume that sort of thing." Not from Bucky anyway with his family reputation and good standing in the Catholic Church. He frowned. It made him wonder if other people thought that here. He'd maybe have to mention that to Steve, see if Steve minded.
He gave her a bit of a wistful look. "You know, I couldn't remember the last time I felt safe before coming here. Steve really does help with that, knowing he's watching my six here. It's... I have already changed a bit, being here. Before, I'd not have talked to you at the bonfire. I was so focused on surviving things like social graces were completely thrown out the window."