Today, again, she'd looked at the napkin with the smiley face that's tucked into her sock drawer and thought about slipping it into her pocket to see if she could open a door of her own.

Like every other day so far, she'd decided against it in the end, though she can feel that her curiosity is beginning to overcome her natural sense of caution. Bucky hasn't brought it up without her asking about it first, and she's starting to think she'll have to go on her own to feel less like it's his space that she's intruding on and more like it's any other bar they could decide to visit.

Not today, though. She turns her face up to the clear Wakandan sky and takes a deep breath of the grass-scented air and thinks: maybe tomorrow.