Falling asleep was just such a sweet and tempting possibility right now, in retrospect, if she tried enough she could pretend they were back in Brooklyn and their rundown apartment, maybe a small part of her wouldn’t have minded if that had been the case, but there were other things going on in the world and maybe once those were over they could think about it, as it was she wasn’t sure if they were even going to be together after he recovered or not. “Well at least with my words I did, I think I got more hits than what I could deliver.” And wasn’t that the truth, just like afterwards she was left with a feeling of disgust and dread that that people had not cared she was a woman to try and beat her up, making her wonder just how many more like that were in the world. “That’s why I never worried, I always knew that.”

Her body tenses a bit at that deliberately cold yet truthful words, if she had been a few days late maybe Bucky would have died and just the thought of losing him, it’s really something she will rather not think about. “Well then, good I arrived when I did.” With a small sigh she moved to rest one of her hands over the arm that was draped over her waist, as if it belonged there and it probably did now. “How…how are you feeling after…everything?” She hadn’t been able to ask him that either and she wanted to know if he was fine or needed to talk about it to get closer to being fine.