[The knife doesn't stop her from coming to kneel beside the couch. If she had come here to hurt her, she would have done it already, and if it's an accident... Well, it's just that. An accident. She heals fast anyway.]

[Steph pushes the weapon away, sliding it into a corner far from where it landed.]

You're not going anywhere you don't want to.

[And she means it. Sam is going to ream her out for even bringing Bucky into her home, but she'll handle that conversation at a later date. Or maybe never.]

I'm going to be right here with you.

[Because now there's nowhere else to go.]

Of course, I have plenty. [Being stuck in the Arctic for a few decades would give anyone an aversion to the cold. It doesn't take her more than half a heartbeat to run and grab one from the bedroom closet. On top of being ridiculously fluffy, it might just be patriotically colored. Because Natasha is an ass. She unfolds it anyway and drapes it across her.] Let me know if you're still cold?