"Jesus," she says, but she steps out of the car and takes Bucky's arm, rolling her eyes at him. There's an undeniable fondness in her expression, however, something she makes no effort to hide. Even if she did, he'd likely see it. Bucky is good at reading people and he knows her well by now, better than most.

"I will indulge you insofar as my pride allows," she answers, a smile curving her lips that's at complete odds with her words. Sometimes she thinks Bucky must really be a masochist, putting up with both her and Loki when he's so charming, so good. He could have anyone, she believes, and he chooses them.