Bucky followed along. He was quiet as he made his way into the restaurant area. Bucky helped himself to a small plate of, well, chicken something. He didn't even know what it was. That and a large glass of something with alcohol and he was moving over to a small table in the corner. It was perfect for him, the same one he'd occupied when he had food with River. He could put his back to the wall and nobody could sneak up on him from behind.

When they were finally seated and somewhere with a bit more privacy, Bucky spoke to Steve, keeping his voice low. "Safe here. For now. Not on the run, no." He gave Steve a wry look. "Your friend wasn't very stealthy. He was easy to avoid."

Bucky frowned. "Not sure." It wasn't like they were back home. "Stark is here." He practically whispered the words to Steve. He'd been almost afraid to say them louder, but the weight of the words would outweigh his tone of voice or decibel level. He needed to know when Steve came from, especially after some of the things he'd heard from Tony and Peter.