"'sokay," he murmurs into her shoulder, face still buried like he wasn't going to move anytime soon. Each touch, of her hands melts the tension off. It isn't going to solve the issue of the mess that they had left his brain, but it was taking the tension from his physical body and right in that moment it was more then enough.

"You did good, Natalia..." he reassures her, he doesn't want her to think that she did anything wrong in what she was doing. Hell, he didn't even know what to ask for, how could she have known that the murder machine that was Bucky Barnes wanted cuddles.

"You always do good," he murmurs, the compliments fall off his tongue naturally like they're supposed to be there. So he lets them.