"Rather not make a habit of it." Bucky is strong and solid and warm, his metal arm a comfort. Holding her close. Keeping her safe. She burrows against his neck and drags in a few deep breaths while she works to calm herself down again.

Something's shifted, but she can't tell if it's the place or the man holding her. Too much has changed since she's been gone, and it's all a muddle. Bucky is a constant, at least.