She's grateful now for all the time she's spent running around with the kids and training in Shuri's lab, because she's as fit as she's ever been and she can cover the distance at a run, Zara fleet beside her.

It's still not fast enough. She can't run like Bucky can, like T'Challa can, and she hears the unmistakable sounds of combat well before she and Zara are in anything like range.

We're coming, she thinks, her breath straining in her chest. We're coming.