Bucky had yet to find anyone that he knew from back home. Just a bunch of strangers so far - some had come out of the temple naked and others had slipped into the togas they'd woken up and found nearby. He'd put his own on as impractical the clothes and sandals might be, finding his way out of the temple quickly. He does a little reconnaissance before he ends up at the beach, at a party.

When he sees Natasha lounging against a few pillows, he's relieved. The last they'd seen each other, she'd help him and Steve get away. He owes her.

"Romanova," his voice is low, but he doesn't bend to sit beside her. He might owe her, but there was a time not long before that when he'd been the solider and tried to choke her. Bucky might not be welcome.