"Bullet wounds don't heal in a day," she says, trying to cling to some semblance of reality.

"They do here," says a cheerful voice, and Sharon turns her head to see a smiling young Black woman striding into the room, Ross behind her. He looks exasperated. "Didn't I tell you not to try moving?" he grumbles, and Sharon looks from him to the woman to Bucky, her eyes full of confusion.

"What's going on?" she asks. It's a little more plaintive than she'd prefer, but, to be fair, she'd almost died.