he who hesitates is toast

His arm goes around her and she almost sobs at the feeling, how familiar it is, how strange. Steve's arms are around them both, and she's gripping into both their shirts like she'll never let go.

Bucky's voice is a bare whisper, hardly anything at all, but she presses her face into his shoulder, shaking her head, and listens as hard as she can. It's his voice, his voice, not the Winter Soldier ordering her not to scream. She can feel Steve's shaking breath through the arm she has around his back. "We've got you, Buck," he murmurs. "It's gonna be okay."