"That's all I could ask for." He squeezes her hand in return, studying her expression.

"Sharon, I don't---" The words choke in his throat, and he nearly growls, angry with himself. It's been a while since his own weaknesses have yanked him up this short, but then again, it's been a while since there was something he felt was this truly high stakes.

"--I understand. I do. You know that, right?" Bucky tries for a smile, and thinks he gets there, although it's a little rueful. "I won't be able to help worrying, but that's just the way I am. I worry about Steve, too."

All the time, in fact.

"And Natasha. And hell, even Wilson sometimes, I guess, but don't tell him I said it."