"No, he definitely did," Natasha answers with a chuckle that sounds almost - perhaps even inexplicably - fond. "He didn't do anything to me that I wouldn't have done to him if I'd been faster on the draw." And it was true through all the layers that had been between them. She'd never held back when they'd had to fight. And he'd gone over the edge on Vormir. They both knew each others moves backwards and forwards but he'd grabbed her last ditch attempt before she'd even thought to reach for it.

She folds her arms and looks away for a moment, off across the skyline towards what she can see of the horizon. The city looks more or less like she expects it to - she's going to have to do some mapping of it to figure out if anything doesn't match up.

Either this Bucky doesn't have his memories or they're different. Either way, she's known him when he hasn't had any knowledge of her. She can do this. She's been the master of compartmentalization for years.

"He was one of the people that trained me, in the Red Room. He helped me escape, they punished him for it. We fought a few times over the years before he got his memories back." Her head tips so she can look over at him with a sad smile. "I just wanted to see what memories you had. Sorry."