Natasha | Bucky
There had been a small part of her that thought she was finished with this kind of thing, the heart stopping feeling of finding yourself in a situation that you didn't have an immediate answer for, the rush of adrenaline, and the sort of feeling that always accompanied a fight. This was meant to be some sort of break, at least that's what she'd managed to convince herself was happening here. But that wasn't really true - things weren't just good here, it was just as complicated and occasionally treacherous as her old life.
So yes, a drink - and more than one, she let him help her up then, breathing out then running fingers through her hair, plucking out a stray leaf before she nodded. Even if this place wasn't quite the escape she'd imagined he was still the same James she'd known, and that counted for a lot, maybe especially because of this.
"Yes, I think you have a lot to catch me up on, James." She agreed, taking his offered arm. They both had a lot to catch one another up on she was certain. But they could do that, they'd always been good at that, it didn't matter that things were different now, they were still themselves.