[Bucky, for his troubles, gets that stick she's using on the rabbit flung at him like a Roman spear. Of course, it was never going to hit him - he's too good for that, and in the space of seconds it takes her to recognize him she's already scrambling up to her feet, mouth agape. He stares at her, she stares at him, it's a fucking party. And then,]

James, holy shit are you for fucking real right now? Is that you? Fuck, I'm sorry, I could have killed you!

[Of course it's him. She'd recognize his scruffy hobo self anywhere. And that look on his face like a hungry wolf? Yeah. No way that isn't the man she knows and cares for. Ellie lunges for him across that small space and wraps him up in her arms, probably squeezing tightly enough that it's uncomfortable. Is she crying? Probably. How stupid is that? It's not like she's hurt or someone died, it's just. It's James and he's here and suddenly she's not alone anymore and she knows without needing to be told that he isn't going to just leave her and that he'll give her a minute's peace if she asks. So sure, she'll cry into his (probably dirty) hoodie and not give a fuck because he's a friend. Her friend and he's here. And suddenly the fact that she's spent like, two fucking months here in this weird place all by herself just doesn't even seem to matter anymore.

In a small, muffled voice against his chest,]

Dude, you stink. When was the last time you had a shower?