he who hesitates is toast

She swallows, remembering. Scared, oh yes, she had been. He'd been in her apartment, where he'd attacked her before, and if he'd tried, if he'd wanted to, he could easily have attacked her again. She knows damn well she's only alive because she hadn't been a target, because she'd been more useful as bait.

But that was the Winter Soldier. And whatever's left of that in him... at least he has some control over himself now. "I don't know if we're going to be able to make it through this without hurting each other," she murmurs, and turns her head to study him. "But I don't care. However much any of this hurts isn't anything to how it felt to lose you."