"She is." Bucky didn't feel inclined to tell Natasha—or anyone, really—that since being a guest at the Wilson home, he'd put on the weight he'd lost while under the thumb of Hydra. His appetite was still shit, but Sarah kept feeding him like he was her personal taste tester. Bucky hardly minded.

He didn't push off from the wall for a moment, eyeing Natasha. It didn't feel like the whole story. For someone like her, it felt too simple—far too mundane. There were means to get Sharon's number if she really, really wanted it. Bucky was hardly a superstar at technology, but even he knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had tech no one else had.

If Peggy's niece was in trouble, he wanted to know about it. After what Peggy did for him with Rebecca, it was the least he could do.

Easily turning on his foot and stepping into the kitchen, he smiled as Sarah who stood at the kitchen counter with her deep blue oven mitts on and was slicing into a pie in a tray.

Sarah lifted her head and smiled. "Peach cobbler." With a glance at Bucky, she shook her head kindly. "One of his favourites. You're gonna turn into one of these one days."

Bucky shrugged, moving into the kitchen to grab plates, utensils and glasses, and easily set the table like it was a part of the routine. "You say that like it's meant to be a bad thing."