Even though he'd heard this story countless times before, Bucky still sat back comfortably in his chair and listened. He didn't pile on his plate like he'd done so for AJ, who often preferred to be served based on the fact his arms were too short and Bucky was right there with his big metal arm that was two times bigger than his head.

Every couple of minutes, it seemed as though his hand would bump into Natasha's. Even when he pulled his hand into his lap (something that felt awkward at the Wilson family table), he still managed to either bump or be bumped by her. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he ignored it, reached over the table to get seconds—still piling on a small amount of food, particularly favouring the sausages—and happened to bump into her hand once more when he reached for his fork.

Despite the chatter between the Wilsons, he still offered a quiet, "Sorry."