While it was true that he and Natasha had an aversion to people in general as a rule, at least at that time there had been a legitimate reason to want to retreat into a hermit-like lifestyle; if nobody really knew you, nobody could ever turn you over to anyone. Of course, that had all been proven wrong, painfully so, back on that fateful night in 1967. As it turned out, either Bucky and Natasha hadn't done well enough in keeping others at arm's length, or it wouldn't have mattered anyway with how far HYDRA and the Red Room seemed to have spread their domain.
Maybe Bucky was craving a chance to see that village again so that he could replace that fear that they had felt all those years ago, with a memory of seeing his kids having a chance to be there and be safe.
Seeing his kids smile could chase away those demons in an instant.
Arching his brows, he wore a smirk as he notably didn't deny what Anya had noticed about he and Natasha. He looked to Constantine and gently scratched behind the dog's ear. "Can you believe her?" he asked the dog with obvious but light-hearted sarcasm in his tone. "Just sits right there with her cup 'a tea an' says her parents are anti-social..." He shook his head with a bit of faux disbelief before his expression broke out into a warm, bright smile.
"Incredibly true statements aside...if nothin' else, it's real pretty t' look at. The country is small, we can go explorin', find some..." he shrugged, "abandoned castles, or something...y'know, fun vacation activities."
