he who hesitates is toast

"Okay. But when the time comes." Steve rests his hands lightly on her upper arms, not wanting to pull her into an embrace against her will in light of what she's just said, but wanting her to know he's here.

His glance catches on the marks on her face, and sorrow fills his eyes. He can't imagine any circumstance under which Bucky would ever, ever have done such a thing, if he were himself.

Of course, he'd never imagined his best friend shooting him, either.

"We'll get him back," he murmurs. "He's in there somewhere. We'll help him find his way out."