[ She really doesn't want to tell him what's started to go through her head right now, but the way Natalie deals with most things unsuprisingly is to paint.

This is the first time she's seen Bucky in ages, and he's lost an arm. She takes a long sip of her drink before giving a nod. ]

Just let me know. Anything you need. I'll even let you bash my drums if it'll make you feel a bit better. Or just provide distractions.