She took a deep breath and pushed whatever that moment had been to the back of her mind, locking it away in a certain part and special part of her mind designed for that to never ponder on it again, they really were not in a situation in which she could waste time thinking about that and maybe it was better this way. Feeling somehow back to her usual self, or as usual as it could be considered in this situation, she stepped inside firmly leaving that moment behind and focusing on more pressing matters.

Though she nearly froze again when he mentioned the milk, mostly because she wasn’t sure if there was, but then maybe if Natasha had been here then she could have been magnanimous enough to leave something, oh God, please let it be so. “Hmm, I will check.”

With rather measured steps she moved to the kitchen, still maintaining her calmness despite that the place had more than enough things Bucky could use as a weapon and opened the fridge, they really needed to turn on the lights or something, and was thankful to notice that Natasha had indeed left something (mostly those tv dinners and hot pockets but beggars couldn’t be choosers) with a sigh she took the milk cartoon, checked the date and then placed it on the counter. “Use a glass.”