Bucky’s mind gets lost in thoughts of Clint when Natasha seems to have such utter confidence and fondness for him. He was almost ready to get hung up on the thought until Natasha mentions she might not be able to exist here.

It’s like a rock that crashes down in his stomach with ache. A surprise like it was when he’d heard she died in his world. He’d hardly known her and yet it hurt in ways he couldn’t begin to explain why. The idea that this one could disappear now was also, no, he doesn’t want to think of that at all.

“Who knows, everyone’s making their own lives in different worlds,” he mutters with a shrug. It’s an awkward statement holding some of the frustration he had with Steve that was lingering.

“Any idea what might have brought you here?”