"What can I say? It looked like a good time." He gives a small shrug and grins at her a little longer. It's not that he's been worried about her, exactly. If anyone knows how to take care of herself, it's Natasha. But he's thought about her often and wondered where she was and what she's doing. Finding her here is a surprise, but it's not all that surprising.

The grin slips away as she gives him the rundown on the girls. He has his own intel, but as usual, Natasha has more. His eyes drift to the warehouse behind them and the visible guards. If he had his shield, he could calculate what kind of throw would take out three of them immediately, but he doesn't have the shield anymore. He nods and looks back at her, meeting her eyes. There's something else there and he waits for her to say it.

When she does, he blinks in surprise. "Nat," he says slowly. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here." He'd be in some prison and Bucky would most likely be dead. "We're good." He swallowed. "I've been trying to reach you too."