Bucky's here. I don't look away from the water, but the lines of my face pull taught against a frown. It's not that I'm bothered by the fact that Bucky's seen me at most of my lowest points. I've been more fortunate than I've a right to, between Bucky and Sam and Sharon.

Still, I wish Bucky wasn't here for this. Since the courthouse steps, I feel like all he's seen me do is fall, and I wish...

Well, I wish that wasn't the case.

"A pane of glass was cracked during an altercation. I was pulled out by the pressure, into the sea." I look over at Bucky, then look Bucky over and frown at the state of him.

"Are you injured?"