He's not exactly a hundred percent yet, but Bucky is back on his feet for the most part, despite missing a prosthetic arm and sporting various colours of black, purple, green and yellow on his face and arms. Moving is far easier than it had been the evening before when he tried -- and failed -- before promptly being taken back to the house by one Doc Holliday and sleeping the next fourteen hours.

Eventually, he can't take being indoors anymore, so he heads out onto the porch and eases into one of the chairs with a book. Only he doesn't end up doing any reading. And for the hour or so he's out there, Bucky spends it thinking about the month and two days he's been in Mathias. The events, the conversations, the people. Everything.

He hears her boots and looks up, half expecting to see Doc, who's there to tell him that he never found her. But then there she is, looking the same but also very different. Her face marred with cuts and bruises and wearing something that he knows she wasn't wearing before. Somehow, it doesn't even register that she wasn't the same Daisy as the one that had been there up until now.

Still, he offers a small smile as he gets up slowly. "Welcome back."