he who hesitates is toast

This is all so normal it's making her head spin. How many times did she sit in the back of one of these yellow cabs, heading out from an airport? Just yesterday that all felt like a life that happened to someone else, and now here she is and it's like the last six years in Madripoor were just a bad dream.

(They weren't. She has so much still she needs to do.)

She almost laughs at the familiar scent of cab interior, at the cracked seats and surly driver, and when Bucky slides in and closes the door and the cab pulls away, she sits close to him and puts her head on his shoulder to watch the city as it slowly appears through the windows.