Good, Bucky thought to himself. He wasn't completely hopeless. She still wanted him near, she wanted his company. She wasn't put off by him, though probably still ready to get out of the way or take him down if something made him snap. But even despite that, she seemed comfortable around him, at least enough so to trust him to tend to an injured ankle and keep her company while she was stuck here recovering.

And the water bottles seemed like a good idea, too. So he had that going for him as well.

It was still a little awkward, getting used to personal closeness - he was sure this was something he was a lot better at, back in the day, before everything happened. But with enough time, and enough patience from her, maybe Bucky could work his way up to slipping an arm over her shoulders or something. Right now, though, it still felt weird to even think about reaching for her hand. But this, her just leaning against him while they wasted time in front of the television, he could get used to this.

"You might have to help me out a bit with that," he replied, hands firmly in his lap, flesh over metal. "There's a pretty good chance I've forgotten how."