"We should bring some with us," he said, not as a correction or to start another argument, just as acknowledgment of a reality neither of them will enough. Whatever they're going to face, werewolves, vampires, even some fae, silver would be a useful weapon against them.

And there was no way to know if it wasn't one of their kinds, as outside of normal behavior as it might be.

At her invitation, Bucky stood and surveyed her collection. After a moment, as the full variety of weapons available fully sunk in, he let out a low whistle. He reached for one of the guns, a powerful handgun that would normally be a lot of weapon for a woman Natasha's size. Of course, she'd be more than up to handling it.

"Impressive." He put it back, though, before pulling a combat knife. "Don't usually go for weapons, though."