Getting some air, that was exactly what Bucky was doing too, and for the same reasons. The quiet out there was nice compared to the chatter of so many conversations happening in the same room, music, laughing -- a party. But a party where he wasn’t comfortable, where he had been keeping a watchful eye the whole time because despite Sam’s reassurances, he doubted the host would be thrilled by his presence. So yes, a brief escape from that was welcome.
He looked over sharply at the sound of the door opening, an immediate twist in his stomach when he saw who emerged. Taking a slight step back, he pulled his hands free from his jacket pockets, not sure what was coming but wanting to be ready. At least they were out there alone, not in the middle of the celebration upstairs.