"Don't worry," she begins when he sees the slight emotional protest at the information that Stark is around, and Natasha can't help but give a slight and crooked smile despite everything that's happened within the past twenty four hours. "They're still the same. Both as bullheaded and stubborn as ever." And they're a thing, whatever that thing is, but that isn't something for Natasha to tell Bucky. It's not her secret to give.

She waits patiently as he seems to work through what he prefers to be called, and despite the fact that they're on limited time before she has to make it to the Commissary, she doesn't push him. To anybody on the outside it might seem like the answer should be simple, but it's not. Natasha knows that it's not, more than anybody else. The answer that he gives, though, makes her smile again, because it's a good one. It's not the person who he's known as, but on some level it's still him. That's a good sign.

"James," she repeats it aloud, partially to memorize it and partially so he can hear how it sounds. "I can do that." Once the question is reversed, however, Natasha shakes her head with a little facial shrug. "Natasha is fine. I've already been through the whole renaming process, that's what was assigned to me to make it easier for people to view me as a part of their team and it stuck. So. Natasha. It's what everybody else calls me, we'll keep it simple."

With that she slowly stands. There's more to brief him on, but pouring information on someone who's still trying to get a firm grasp on their own reality isn't a wise move; she knows from experience. "Come on. Let's get you to the Commissary, if you're lucky you won't be announced for a mission this morning. I had one on my first day. Wasn't fun."