he who hesitates is toast

She hiccups a breath and lurches into motion, undoing her safety belt buckle with alacrity so she can strip out of her leather jacket and hood and push them to the side along with the coat she'd been wearing before.

(She wants to feel free, free, free.)

As soon as she can, she puts her arms around his neck and hugs him tight, her whole body shaking the way his had when she first told him okay, you win. Let's go home.

"You did it," she tells him, voice thick. "You did it. You got me out."

She didn't think it was possible. Knows there's still more to do, still the Power Broker to reckon with, but...

She laughs and pulls back to cradle his face, her own tear-stained and lit from within. "Bucky, you did it. You did great. You did so good, baby."