Bucky's eyes narrowed as he watched Natasha. The sternness to her gaze seemed to soften rather quickly at their answers. There were benefits to the whole staring thing he'd become known for. While most people squirmed beneath the rather unattractive gaze, Bucky got to see a lot more than what most people let themselves witness. His escape from the Winter Soldier program hadn't been successful due to his inability to notice some things about people.

"How about you go get your phone, Sam?" He glanced at Sam and shrugged a shoulder. "There's a good chance you'll forget. Wouldn't want to prolong that reunion, right?"

While Sam frowned and seemed to hesitate, often like how AJ or Cass did when they were asked to go fetch something that would take them right out from the middle of an intriguing conversation, he did reluctantly rise to his feet. Sam could never help himself when it came to helping people, even if it was something as simple as passing on a phone number. Clicking his fingers, he looked between them and said, "No gossiping about me behind my back. Whatever he says, salt. Take it with so much salt."

It was with long strides that gave away his impatience—and excitement, if Bucky really let himself believe Sam was excited to have an old friend in his house—that he exited the living room. Bucky peered over his shoulder and waited for the sounds of his footsteps to fade away before turning back to Natasha.

"You couldn't get her number while you were accessing all of these files?"