"It's not the rain I've got a problem with." It was the cold. He could go a hundred lifetimes and happily never feel cold again. Of course, this place was nowhere close to those extremes, but he had his preferences. "Still, someone threw that movie on the list. Rain nine months of the year? No thanks."
Trust Natasha not to beat around the bush. He set his mug down beside him, the noise a little sharper than he'd intended. "I'm not avoiding. I'd just rather not have conversations centred around McDonalds preferences. Seems about where we've landed now." He didn't know all of what had happened to his friend in the time between his leaving and now. But try as he might Steve couldn't figure what part he'd had to play in that. He was just doing what Bucky wanted.
But it wasn't avoiding. That'd be no better than running, and he refused to do that. "I'm giving him some space."