"You can tell him first," she decides, and takes up a spot off to the side, clasping one hand around the other wrist like she's back at the JTTF, awaiting orders.

She's nervous, she realizes. Nervous to see him, to talk to him, to think about what Bucky is thinking and feeling as she does.

She schools her face into a neutral, expectant expression and waits for the call to start.