The night is quiet around them save for the soft lapping of the water at the shore, the distant calls of unknown birds, and the breeze that rustles the tree branches far overhead. Bucky stares absently at the lights, seeing another world entirely.

It'd be good for Sharon to be able to go home. Steve, too - and Natasha and Sam. With Zemo in custody and the true threat exposed, it should be manageable. Eventually. For them, anyway.

He hasn't asked about Ross's progress for a while, figuring Sharon would tell him if there were any news. Maybe he'll ask tomorrow. He doesn't want to disturb the peace tonight.