Her.

Speaking of things unusual. How about dead people walking around in this place?

He's trying everything to shove away the fact he's doing this with Natasha Romanoff. It has never stopped being utterly unfair she died to bring back a bunch of people who didn't even know her. Of course, he doesn't know the whole truth of that, and in his eyes, maybe she was just doing her responsibility as a hero, the same thing Steve would have done if he had been there, but it ties his stomach in knots.

As Bucky searches, he avoids looking at her. What can he even say? Ever say? Thank you is a pale return for what she sacrificed. And to make it worse, other than her death, and a scattered few times he's seen her in action while they're both fighting for their lives, he's only seen her face in his nightmares, when the memories of what he did as the Winter Soldier came back to him.

She speaks, and Bucky breathes in, jaw tense, as he throws one of the cushions back.

"Then...what do we do?" Sure, focus on the fake mission and throw the attitude in that direction instead of the glaring red-headed issue in the room.