Bucky's touch startled her, and it was nearly enough to shatter her. Her breath hitched briefly, and in a moment of weakness, she reached out, drawing him into a hug loose enough for him to break if he was uncomfortable with it.

"Thanks for having my back. Getting killed my first time in the field would have been embarrassing." She peered up at him from beneath her lashes, brows furrowed, gaze scrutinizing as if certain he was hiding serious injuries from her.

It was hard to remember sometimes, even with that metal arm, that Bucky was a super soldier much like Steve Rogers. He was far more durable than she was giving him credit for, but it was easier to focus on him than to become mired in her own misgivings.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Hey, where did you get a lollipop anyway?"