"The it is just as well you are not invited to them," comes a mild voice from the door, where King T'Challa stands, hands clasped at his back, a small smile on his face as he looks at Sharon. "Agent Carter. It is good to see you up and about."

Sharon stands, automatic, though she doesn't let go of Bucky's hand. "Your Highness," she says, and finds that words fail her. They clog in her throat, none of them enough.

"Thank you," is all she can say, after a moment. "You and your sister saved my life. I can't ever thank you enough."