"Oh my God, Shuri is going to murder me," she says, under her breath. "She'll murder me and no one will ever find the body. Bucky!"

That last is intent, the vocal equivalent of of shaking him by the collar. "Stop. Stop! Look at me."

She grabs his hand and presses it to the side of her throat where he can feel her pulse and breath and warmth. "I don't need you to fight," she says, low and intent. "You're imagining the worst. Breathe."

She takes a deep breath herself, holding his gaze with hers, steady and serious. "I'm fine. I'm right here and I'm fine."