he who hesitates is toast

Ross looks like he wants to argue, but instead nods to Nakia. “Come on, Barnes,” he says, gruffly. “She needs to work.”

Bucky doesn’t move at first, but every muscle in his body tenses. Slowly, he turns his head to pierce Ross with a cool, remote glare that promises nothing good.

“I’ll go if the Princess tells me to,” he says, soft and cold as falling snow. “You don’t want to push me right now, Ross.”