"Not in detail," he says, quietly. "I told him that I'd been planning another mission, and that I'd approached you about it."

You could have come to me, Steve had replied, and the guilt had threatened, as always, to drown him. They'd already made you a target once, he'd answered. I couldn't trust myself with you. I couldn't risk it.

Silence, between them, broken by only the low hum of the plane.

She's a hell of a woman, Steve. She'll be okay.

I know.

Here in the present, he meets her eyes.

"I didn't tell him anything that would get in the way of the two of you."