he who hesitates is toast

Bucky can't decide if he's grateful or sorry that they'll be packing up to head back to London soon. If Howard's experiment tonight works, being here at camp without her will be like being haunted, he's pretty sure - but at the same time, leaving this place will be like leaving her behind, just as she'll leave him to return to her time, her life. Either way, it's not anything he can control. She can't either, not really.

For now, he watches the play of sunlight through the trees against the gold of her hair, and holds on to this moment with both hands.