Natasha can't help but smile to herself at the quick way he answers. It once again reminds her of the Bucky she knew years ago, when he was still finding his way back to himself. To the person he wanted to be. Her posture doesn't change despite her comment - she's still leaning back into the couch, her arm curled around him as he leans into her.

"That's a good way of thinking about it," she answers. Because it is. Being able to reflect that some other version of him had some good in his life. Even if that means that he's experiencing the counterbalance. "I'm glad she had them. It's okay that you don't know much about her. Unless she didn't go through the Red Room, I can probably guess what her life was like."