He hears Okoye's hissed breath. "My King – " she begins, but he shakes his head, sharp and abrupt.

"Would you ask me to leave you?" he asks, in Xhosa, and she subsides. He doesn't have to look at her to see the expression on her face.

He looks instead to Nakia, who nods, minute. "Very well," he says, and gently lifts the unconscious Agent Carter into his arms before he stands, cradling her warm weight against his chest. "Come. There is not much time."