"You gonna be my Bond girl?" he shot back, then frowned. "Bond boy doesn't have quite the same feel to it, does it? That's just not right." What a conversation for steering the jeep through the terrain outside Doom's stronghold.

"I shouldn't have let you go alone." Not that it would've stopped Doom; the man was terribly persistent. And he loved his speeches. Really, he should have been a thespian. Or perhaps he was, in a past life.

"I was worried," Bucky finally admitted. "Still am, a bit. We're still too close for comfort. And the weather is starting to turn." Bad weather could very much work in their favor but Bucky wanted to be closer to his safehouse before any storm hit.