Her eyes drift closed as he brushes soft kisses over her aching forehead and her sore cheek, the spots where Zemo had stuck her so harshly, aiming to bruise, to batter, to break. The tenderness in his touch combined with the strain and exhaustion of the last few days almost brings tears to her eyes.

"Bucky," she murmurs, running her hands down along his sides and over his hips, her fingers brushing skin where his shirt falls away from the waistband of his pants. "You take such good care of me."