She doesn't offer to spell Nat or Sam, even though she knows she should. She even wants to.

But Zemo beat her once already, when she had a home field advantage and no cracked skull or bruised muscles. If something were to happen, she's not sure she could manage him, and that hurts as much as any of the rest of it.

She doesn't offer to spell Steve or Tony, either, though she could. After all, she'd told Zemo she could fly the Quinjet.

Instead she subjects to Bucky's concerned wishes and tries to rest, even though it's almost impossible. She doesn't talk any more about what happened; she doesn't talk much at all, instead losing herself to long periods of disassociation where her mind goes mercifully blank.

Only once they start the descent into Berlin does she realize she has no idea where she'll be staying once they get in. Her apartment is likely still a mess; she's not even sure it's secure anymore. But where else is there to go?

It's a question that thankfully evaporates from her mind as the jet lands and the ramp descends onto a tarmac that is absolutely filled with Task Force personnel, Everett Ross at the forefront.

She huffs a small laugh. Of course he's here.