The corner of Bucky's mouth twists down. Hearing about Steve's mirror, then meeting Natasha's, hadn't been any more comforting than hearing about his own. Frankly, he's lucky she didn't find him with with an interest in taking him on. Natasha clearly wasn't that lucky - granted, she has an interesting idea of 'luck' sometimes.

He digs his hands into his pockets and follows her to the closet, stepping up beside her to help her carry bottles.

"Guess that depends on how much of tonight I wanna remember," He murmurs. "Surprise me."