She presses a small smile at him. "Let me think about it," she requests, gently.

It would be nice to see her parents, to watch her dad out by the grill with a beer, to talk with her mom and hear all the news... but she doesn't want Bucky to have to pretend the whole time, and she doesn't want them to get to know James only to find out down the line that he was a figment of their collective imagination. "Okay?"