Natasha | Bucky
It wasn't as though he'd not thought about seeking her out. Truly, he'd thought about it a great deal. But he'd always sort of.. fell short of it because it was such a complicated situation. It had never not been complicated and knowing what he did know of when she'd come from it was just probably too much to go there. He didn't want to add to it. So, he injected space because it seemed like the right thing to do until she'd gotten a little more settled and acquainted. And maybe, well, he wasn't even sure she wanted to talk. They'd not really had much of an opportunity back home, and if she didn't then he'd respect that.
But they were now being thrown head first into a pretty high tense, high risk situation, and there was no time for small talk, beating around the bush, or even 'hello.' Not the first time they'd been in a dangerous situation together but it was the first time in a long time. Bucky turned as she did; they had a way of moving in unison, almost like a dance, that had not gone away.
"I marked a few trees," he said quietly, "that should lead back to the way I came through. But I don't think this thing is a solo hunter." In which case they were probably being surrounded. He discretely offered her the machete he'd been carrying, that did have some blood on it. He had an axe on his back, which he was starting to unstrap very carefully.