Natasha | Bucky
If James thought she was going to let him try and be all noble to help her get through this he had another thing coming, Natasha had already done the stupidly noble thing and given up her life to save a friend, she wasn't about to let James do that for her now when she hadn't let Clint. No, they would do whatever this was together, fight off anything that had been hunting them and maybe they'd make it through or maybe they wouldn't, she couldn't rightly say just yet - whatever it was that was after them was not something that was going to be dealt with easily.
But with the door closed behind them, Natasha leaned back against it, bracing for some sort of assault on the door, but it didn't come, not right away at least - and she took those moments to catch her breath, to push her hair back out of her face and take stock, of herself, of James, to make sure they were both still whole.
"A double." Natasha agreed with a sigh shaking her head. It was a lot - the woods and the creatures and the house and now James too in the middle of it all. "I think I need some olives too." Maybe they should have talked about ... well everything, but they didn't really do that, not in the way that others did, they didn't need to have a long drawn out reunion, seeing him again was more than enough.
"It's not usually like that, is it?" She asked him, her only other trip through had been with Eddie and it had been almost painfully boring, curious for the pure strangeness of it all, but beyond that - just a city street and a small drug store where they'd picked up a couple things. Nothing like what they'd just done. "That's the last time I go through without a gun."