Bucky had noticed Wanda before she did him, but he'd just gone still, watching to see if he would be noticed or not. If she wanted to. She had been kind the last time, but she had been new. He didn't know if she'd become close to people who disliked him or didn't trust him in the time since.
When her hand started to glow his good arm came up to protect his chest reflexively, dropping one or two of the sweets in the process. In his mind, he knew it wouldn't do any good, but the reflex was hard to deny.
"I...it's okay," he murmured, picking up the candies that had fallen and tucking them into his pocket. He'd eaten worse, and she would probably understand more than most, but he didn't want to seem like he was still so desperate. "I'm jumpy sometimes."
But she'd spoken to him, apologized even. Maybe her thoughts hadn't been tainted by the court of public opinion. He stood carefully, his only hand still occupied. His clothes fit better than they had the last time they'd spoken, but he was still much thinner than she would have been used to seeing at home. He was so careful about rationing his food in case another door didn't come for a while that putting on weight had been slow. "I'm still not welcome here, by some at least."