[ Lowering her hands, Natasha shifts when Bucky does, folding her legs Indian-style as he turns to look at her. And she sighs very softly. ]

Steve asked.

[ A hard truth, but it's still the truth. ]

He asked me to observe from a distance, but not interfere. He knows you don't trust him or Stark, or anyone, really, but he cares about you.

[ She lowers her eyes, looking at her hands, fiddling with a fingernail. ]

You just...seem so lonely...and I know what that feels like. [ Then meets his gaze again. ] I know what it's like to be unmade, James.