"Not to worry," she says, and her smile is back, small but warm. "It takes more than a little dissociative episode and a guilt spiral to stop me from Sharon Carter-ing all over the place. I'll be prying into your personal business and asking you annoying questions again in no time."

But he's so tense. She lifts the hand that he'd covered and wraps her fingers around his. "It's okay," she says, putting as much reassurance into it as possible. "I'm okay. Really. I get a little sore and stiff on my left side sometimes, but I bet Shuri can fix that right up."

It could have been a lot worse, but he knows that already. There's no point in saying it out loud.