Bucky still skulked through the halls like he wasn't meant to be there more often than not, sticking to times he didn't think others would be around. Staying toward the edges of rooms and spaces. And he supposed that for this particular place, he actually sort-of wasn't supposed to be there. He'd been banned. But he was fairly certain one person, no matter how important they were to the station or its residents, was judge and jury who could control which places he had access to. He was still very careful to never eat her food, but the coffee wasn't grown on the station but collected and stockpiled from doors and his counterpart had never told him he wasn't allowed, so he still visited the coffee shop often, even if he didn't eat anything from it or add milk to his drinks. It meant that he rationed the food he'd stored from through the door very carefully and still didn't quite fill out his clothes properly, but it was still so much better than where he'd been that he was not unhappy about it.
He had a cup in hand when he stepped out of the shop and spotted her. There was a sad pang in his chest. There had always been loss in his life, but she had been one of the few who he'd allowed himself to get genuinely close to. Close enough that it had hurt to lose her.
"Wanda?" he said softly, without realizing it had come out loud.