he who hesitates is toast

At her side, Steve makes an abortive motion forward, as if he could reach through the video and bodily haul Bucky out to them. Sharon's hand goes to his arm, her knuckles as white as her face as she watches and listens.

Sorry. He's sorry. If this is what he'd planned to do, why come see her the night before? Why leave this recording? He has to know it will only make them more determined to find him. She makes an idle note of the sound of running water – it doesn't really matter if they found where he recorded this, because he'll be long gone – and grips Steve's arm a little tighter.