For a few seconds she entertained the idea of turning back and ask to be allowed back out, she wasn’t ready for something like this, she had barely even gone through her mourning period about him and the rest, and here she was in front of her again and it was a bit too much, but then there was the other part, the one that refused to run away like a coward and leave her best friend alone because she was more than sure that the person sitting in front of her was Bucky, she had been with him through most of her life to not be able to identify him from sight and know it was him.

However it was something that didn’t extended from him to her, from his body language to the narrow of his eyes; she knew he probably didn’t know who she was or worse remembered what they have been in the past, Fury had explained the circumstances after all and the possible things he might have gone through, there was a small part of her that refused to believe he wouldn’t remember her, but she quickly quieted that one down, she needed to focus at the moment.

Her eyes flickered over his form and then stood a bit straighter before daring to move closer; still keeping what she considered was a relative safe distance –mostly for his sake than hers. “How are you feeling, Bucky?”