INDY

“Torch.” I held my hand out beneath the chassis of the unrecognizable hunk of machinery I’d been slowly putting together over the last two weeks. Yelena slipped the small acetylene torch into my hand without a word, leaning down with a screwed-up expression as she tried to get a peek at the intricate workings of my mystery project.

“What is it you’re trying to do here, again?” she asked in a bored voice, poking at a loose vent.

“I told you, it’s just a side project to keep myself occupied when there’s nothing else to do,” I fibbed, welding two manifolds together over a jumble of wrapped wires.

“What is it?”

“It’s a…” I paused, fishing for an answer. “Tony thing.”

Yelena didn’t press further after that. They all knew how I felt about Tony and how irrational grief made people. If making a big, ugly, and probably non-functional statue out of metal made me feel better, they were all content to let me work through it on my own. It didn’t even closely resemble a suit yet, so no one was suspicious. Bucky didn’t even know my intentions for it, yet.

After a little more silent work, Yelena asked, “So, what did you get Bucky for Christmas this year?”

“I had an oil painting commissioned of him and Steve back in the 40s. Just had to make it seem like I’m an obsessed fan and had them deliver it to the house up top,” I explained, pointing to the ceiling far above us. The Relcosa family — the ones whose land we were currently catacombed within — had been very accommodating of the renegades seeking refuge with them. The painting was sitting in their attic, ready for me to pick up on Christmas, along with a promise from the 10- and 12-year-old that if Bucky came up to the house, they would keep the painting hidden and Bucky distracted.

“What about you?” I continued. “Get all your shopping done?”

“It was a bit more difficult only being able to order online,” Yelena mused, straightening up so I could only see her booted feet walking around as she spoke. “But, yes. Sam’s new flight goggles should be arriving any day now, and Kate’s bow clip came in yesterday.”

It might have seemed silly, celebrating Christmas in the middle of all this uncertainty. But all we had down here was our work, stress, and worries. It was all we had to remind us we were human. Even Fury had agreed to joining (though we were unified in our confusion over what to get him as a present - a new eye patch, maybe?).

“Girls? You in here?” Sam’s voice echoed through the space.

“Over here,” Yelena called back as I rolled out from beneath the hunk of twisted metal.

Sam’s eyes widened, and he actually jumped back a bit in surprise when he saw me lifting myself off the rolling board I’d been using to access the undercarriage. “Are you supposed to be underneath things like that right now?”

My pulse thudded in my ears; I could’ve sworn his eyes shot down to my stomach and back up to me. But he couldn’t know, right? Bucky swore he hadn’t told him yet. Before I could do more than open my mouth in shock and splutter out some half-formed words that made Yelena cock an eyebrow at me, Sam shook his head and became more serious.

“Never mind. You need to come quick. It’s Bucky.”

Every other thought flew from my mind.

“Where is he? What happened?”

The three of us rushed out of the hangar, Sam in the lead. “I don’t know. We were all taking a break from training. Just sitting around talking. Then, out of nowhere, he drops to the ground and starts sweating and shaking. He’s been muttering to himself, but we can’t get him to focus long enough to actually talk.”

“Sounds like something triggered his PTSD,” I said as we rounded the corner down the hallway to the kitchen, where we were apparently headed.

Sure enough, when we entered, Bucky was sitting with his back against the wall, head leaned back and eyes drifting, glassy in his head. There was fear on his face — of something none of us could see. Something none of us had even been alive for, probably. Kate was crouched next to him, looking worried as she dabbed a wet cloth uncertainly across his clammy forehead. A muscle beneath his eye twitched, but he showed no other reaction.

“How long has he been like this?” I asked, shoving my hair back and coming around to his other side.

“Just a few minutes,” Kate said shakily. “Ten, maybe.”

“Bucky,” I said softly, sitting on my knees next to him. He didn’t respond, so I settled my hands very slowly against the sides of his face, gently turning it toward me. But his eyes kept darting back up to the fluorescent lighting overhead. I frowned up at the ceiling. “We have other lights in here, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam, apparently a step ahead of me, turned on a standing lamp that was almost never used and shut off the overhead lights.

The softer lighting seemed to relieve some of the tension in his body, but he was still breathing so quickly.

“It’s okay, Bucky,” I murmured, leaning as close as I dared to him. My instincts were to crawl into his lap and wrap my arms around him until all the darkness of his past left him. But I knew in my head that if he panicked while I was too close and he was like this, he could potentially hurt me. Or worse. And with the baby… Bucky would never forgive himself once he resurfaced from this episode. So, I tried from what felt like an immense distance to get his attention. We felt like two ships in the night passing on the ocean, one trying desperately to flag the other down.

“Come on, Buck, look at me,” I continued quietly, aware of the other three huddled together a good bit back from us, watching worriedly. “You’re not there anymore, Bucky. You’re right here. With me.”

“Falling,” he croaked, his blue eyes swiveling vaguely toward me. “The train.”

It was always different, the things that came back to haunt him. Sometimes it was his fall from the train. Sometimes it was waking up with his arm sawed off — a mechanical one in its place. Other times, it was killing as the Soldier. He had such a mixed bag of trauma; it was a toss-up which memory would feature in his episodes.

“It was cold there. Are you cold now?” I asked, grabbing his right hand and rubbing it slowly between my own. His fingers trembled, but I felt his palm curve against mine.

His head shook from side to side, his eyes growing only fractionally more lucid.

“You’re here with me, Bucky. Indy.”

“Indy,” he whispered, his eyes drifting blearily away from me.

I frowned at him. He sounded… sad?

“It’s okay, Buck. I’m right here.”

“My baby,” he murmured, face pained.

My heart jumped into my throat as I glanced at the others out of the corner of my eye. Hopefully, they’d pass it off as a pet name (even though it was pretty well-known that his favorite for me was Doll).

I scanned him quickly, then took his metal hand in mine. “Look here, Bucky.”

It took a minute to get it, but eventually I drew his attention to our hands, my slim, pale ones holding onto his big, metal one. I circled a finger around the gold link at the base of his silver ring finger.

“The wedding ring I made you,” I whispered to him. “And here, on my finger…”

I set my hand in his, rested on top of his palm so his fingers curled around my hand as he looked down with a spark of familiarity at the set of rings on my finger.

“Mom,” he mumbled to himself. Then he looked up at me. “Indy.”

The panic, the fear, was still there in his face. The sweat didn’t magically evaporate, and his muscles didn’t immediately cease trembling. But I saw recognition and relief in his eyes when he looked at me. He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed me by the tops of my arms, pressing me in against his chest while he buried his face in my hair.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against my ear. “Just give me a minute.”

“Don’t apologize, Buck,” I whispered back, trying not to sigh with my own relief. “Take as long as you need.”

He had been so strong, so confident and sure of things lately… it was an unfortunate twist of circumstances that he would be knocked back down a peg by his own memories. By the time Bucky had calmed down enough to attempt standing, Kate and Yelena had left, having seen that Bucky was being cared for and having no other way to contribute. Sam, on the other hand, had waited patiently across the room, ready for anything.

“How you doing?” Sam asked Bucky as he slowly approached us, Bucky still straightening out of a slight crouch.

Bucky frowned. “Better. Thanks for getting her.”

“Figured she was best suited to handle you like that,” Sam smirked down at me, the humor almost buried by concern when he looked back at Bucky. “Any idea what brought it on?”

If I hadn’t known him so well, I wouldn’t have even noticed the barely-there flush of embarrassment on Bucky’s cheeks. “The hinge on the refrigerator,” he mumbled, face turned down. “I guess it needs to be oiled. Someone opened the fridge and… it sounded just like that railing ripping free from the train.”

I stepped into his side, wrapping an arm around his back before he could get pulled back into that nightmare. He curled his arm around my shoulders, leaning lightly against me.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back with us,” Sam said, “but maybe the two of you should go rest for a while.”

“I’ll make sure he takes it easy,” I promised.

Then Sam stopped me with a very direct look. “Both of you should go rest for a while.”

There’s no way he knows… But…

Rather than asking questions and making myself more suspicious, I just gave him a wide-eyed nod and started towing Bucky from the kitchen. By the time we reached our room, Bucky’s legs had regained some strength, but his whole body still twitched, his shirt damp with perspiration.

“Here.” I plucked a clean shirt from the closet and brought it over to him, helping him into the bathroom. Once he’d stripped his shirt off and I’d gotten the shower started, he turned and looked at me with tired eyes, holding his hands out to me weakly.

The sight made my chest twinge, and I stepped into his hold, pressing my cheek and my palm against his scarred chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear, so that was something. But his arms around me were loose, hanging around my lower waist like he had no energy.

I peeked an eye open and glanced over my shoulder at him in the mirror. He was just staring, unseeing at the floor, his cheek laid on the top of my head. Fear gnawed at me.

“Bucky?” I pulled my head back to look up at him, running my thumb gently along his jaw. “Are you okay?”

He gave me that same exhausted smile he always did. “I’ll be fine, Doll. I’ve just…” he cleared his throat and started again, slowly, “I’ve been trying not to worry so much. About everything. I’ve been trying to just enjoy what we have. But I think I’ve been ignoring the things that worry me too much.”

I felt my eyebrows scrunch in confusion and concern. “Well, what is it that’s worrying you? Talk to me.”

He smiled softly at me again, and suddenly I felt just as young as I really was to him. He didn’t look old. But I could see the weariness in his eyes. My only consolation was the love that was undeniably there as well.

He settled his hands on my shoulders and turned me around, pressing his chest to my back so we were both looking in the mirror. His reflection met my eyes for a moment before sliding his hand beneath my shirt and lifting it gently, just enough to see the growing bump of my lower belly. His eyes lit up despite the smallness of it, and he ran his fingers wonderingly over my skin.

I’d started finally showing. Now, at 18 weeks, I was finally treading dangerous waters with most of my shirts. I had to wear big, flowy cardigans over them or stick to baggy sweatshirts to keep suspicions from growing.

“He’s already getting so big,” Bucky whispered, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m worried about you. And him. All of us.”

I swallowed, meeting his eyes in the mirror again. “Hydra?”

He nodded. “Yes. And no.” He settled his palm against my lower stomach, the slight bulge of baby growth just enough to fill his large hand. “There’s a lot we don’t know about the baby. Medically. That includes getting him out of you. And then there’s everything after. What do we do? Keep doing this, but with a playpen in the corner of your office that gets blown to bits every handful of months? Or me running through a field of bullets with a kid strapped to my chest?”

“I-” I hadn’t thought about that. At least, not enough. He was right, of course. Even if we managed to get trustworthy childcare, our jobs brought danger to our personal lives with too much regularity. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve been doing this for half my life now. I’ve never even had another job. And you-”

He chuckled roughly, the sound vibrating through my back. “Yeah, I don’t really know anything other than fighting and running. I’m staring to see what you meant, back on the island. How do we go from this… to a mom and dad?”

I nodded slowly, leaning back against him, trailing my fingers along the back of his hand over my stomach. I would’ve thought that knowing how freaked out Bucky was about fatherhood would have scared me — made me worry over countless disastrous scenarios. Instead, it was comforting. To know I wasn’t alone in these fears. It was validating. And at least, if we were both scared, we could be scared together.

I let out a light sigh. “I guess it’s finally time I look into putting my fancy-schmancy college degree to less political work.”

“What could you do?” he asked curiously, withdrawing his arms from me and turning to start pulling more clothes off and step into the shower.

“Well, I majored in Computer Sciences and minored in Mechanical Engineering, so as far as technology: the world’s job market is my oyster.”

Bucky’s head popped back around the shower curtain in surprise. “Jesus, you really are a genius.”

I flushed a little and rolled my eyes. “Don’t be too impressed. If it hadn’t been for Tony, I never would have even gotten a spot at MIT. Never would have made the academic contacts that pushed me along. Hell, I probably never would have had the direction to continue on after high school.”

Bucky shook his head, pulling the curtain back so we could continue our conversation while he lathered (distractingly). “Stark might have given you a path. But you walked it yourself, Doll. I’m proud of you.” He grinned crookedly at me, the only sign of his earlier fit in the shadows beneath his eyes. “You should be, too.”

My eyes misted up suddenly, my breath hitching in my throat. I huffed out a squeaky breath and dropped my head, rubbing the back of my hand across my eyes. “Damn hormones.”

“What’s wrong?” Bucky chuckled quietly. He was getting used to the weepiness of pregnancy.

“Nothing,” I said, clearing my throat. When I looked up at him, my vision was only a little blurry. “I just… kind of missed having someone tell me they were proud of me.”

His eyes softened, his whole face doing that heart-quickening thing where he looked ready to offer me the world. “C’mere,” he murmured.

I approached the side of the shower, close enough that he could lean down and press his mouth to mine, water droplets sprinkling down on my face. He pulled away just a breath. “How would you feel about moving upstate?”

“New York?” I whispered back.

“I thought maybe you’d wanna stay close to Pepper and Morgan. And as much as I love you, I really don’t want to drive halfway across the continent with you again. Even if it is to move.”

We both laughed. I was surprised he’d even considered Pepper and Morgan. I shouldn’t have been. But it touched my heart, regardless.

“I heard the tax rates in Cayuga County are the lowest upstate right now,” I murmured, smiling at him.

He smiled wider and leaned down, hooking a muscled, sopping wet arm around my slightly bulging waist and lifting me over the edge of the tub — clothes and all. I stiffened against his chest as he heaved me in under the warm water, drenching my outfit.

“Bucky!” I shrieked, smacking his shoulder and trying to hide behind him from the shower head.

He laughed deeply, broad shoulders shaking as he hung his head back loosely. “Oh god, I’ve missed that.”

BUCKY

“I’ll see you in a bit,” I said to Indy a few days after my breakdown over the refrigerator. I bent to press my lips to her forehead, but she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me down further to kiss me herself and I pulled back, grinning.

“See you later, Sarge,” she said with a wink that made me want to stay a little longer in her temporary office. But there was work to be done. For both of us.

Indy had gotten a load of new intel she seemed excited about, and I had scheduled training with the others up top. We’d been running drills nonstop, preparing for whatever we’d encounter the next time we came up against Hydra. For the past two weeks, we’d been focusing on ambush-based tactical strategy. Today, we were working on breaking contact under enemy fire.

The wide open range was (as promised) blessedly devoid of cows. They wandered this way occasionally, but mostly they kept far away from our noise and commotion. The others were waiting for me when I got there, Kate and Yelena stretching while Sam yammered at them.

“Focus up, Sam,” I droned, rolling my eyes as I joined the group.

“Yes, dad,” he snarked, giving me a heavier look than I expected.

I eyed him for a minute before grabbing him by the elbow and tugging him away from the other two, who watched us curiously before shrugging at us. I stopped when we got to the tree line.

“You know.”

“Of course I know,” he laughed, leaning against a tree. “Indy’s been sick and cranky. You’ve been watching her even more hawk-like than usual lately. And I saw her rubbing her belly yesterday when she thought no one was looking.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but felt a weird mixture of both discomfort and relief that he knew. Indy wasn’t going to be happy, but what could we do?

“Sooo,” Sam leaned forward, grinning. “What are we having?”

“I-” I shook my head and stared at him. “We?”

“What better for a soldier’s baby than an Uncle Sam?” he asked, spreading his arms wide and laughing as I turned away.

“Do not tell the girls. Indy wants to tell everyone herself,” I warned him over my shoulder. Then my lips twitched up into a smile.

O o 0 o O

“You’re really sure you want to do this?” I asked Indy quietly, staring down into her face, crinkled with worry.

“I wanted it to be a last-ditch effort, but Fury agreed… it’s better to take the initiative on this one and hope that we can draw them out.”

I frowned and nodded, putting a hand to her lower back. The others stood a few feet away, debating the plan with Fury, who watched Indy and I from the corner of his good eye.

Indy, always working overtime, had kept a loose ear to the ground on our typical mission fodder. One case came up only a few hours’ time away from us. Just far enough away not to alert Hydra to our hideout. And just close enough to bait them and corner them where we needed them — on our terms.

It was a risk, one I don’t think Indy was entirely comfortable with making on our behalves. But with Fury on board, it was going through regardless of her reservations. I suspected they were mostly personal, anyway.

The other half of the problem was our time frame. We couldn’t lead Hydra and whatever forces they sent after us back to the civilians who’d been kind enough to harbor us. Fury had another site picked out. An abandoned construction project the state had given up on after tax issues. The half-built business complex was made up of 3 partially erected buildings with a promenade in the center.

We had to prepare the site, which shouldn’t take too long. But we’d be cutting it really close if we wanted to make our deadline for gaining Hydra’s attention. I knew tight squeezes like this made Indy anxious. She’d already run her hand through her hair six times during this meeting.

“Everyone break for now,” Fury announced. “We’ll discuss this more in the morning. Start planning equipment transport to the ambush site.”

“Good to be back at it,” Yelena said as she ducked out of the doorway with the others, who seemed to be in agreement.

“Barnes? You have something to add?”

I looked up, but Fury was looking at Indy, who hadn’t moved from her place. I was still getting used to the whole same-last-name thing.

“Sir, what if Hydra has the same intel we do? What if they beat us there and-”

“After months of radio silence from us, why would they suspect this one distress call to be the one to bring us back into the fray?” he asked evenly.

Indy faltered. “They’ve anticipated our movements too many times. There are too many holes to fill and-”

“And you are only one person,” he interrupted in a surprisingly gentle tone. He took a few slow steps forward, placing a hand on Indy’s shoulder. “You’ve been with me a long time, Indy. We can’t worry about all the ‘what ifs’. You know that. You’ve never let the job get under your skin like this. I realize you have more… personal investment in this particular mission.”

He glanced momentarily at me, then back at Indy.

“But you know what needs to be done. I trust I don’t need to remind you not to let your feelings impact your thinking.”

She straightened her spine a bit, shook her head, frowning deeply. “No, sir.”

“Good.” He removed his hand from her shoulder and waved to the door, clearly dismissing us. Just before we left, however, he called, “You’re one of my best, Indy. It’s going to be a hell of a thing to replace you when the time comes.”

We both turned with questioning looks, just in time for me to catch the small box Fury had tossed to us. I lifted the lid off and tilted it so Indy could see. Inside was a rattle and a tiny set of black socks, mittens, and a hat.

How is anything supposed to fit in there? I thought, lifting one of the socks on my finger.

“Thank you, sir,” Indy said quietly, grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me from the room. I had to scramble to keep the box and its lid in my arms.

“I don’t know how to deal with today,” she muttered to herself in the hallway, still tugging me along.

“Indy, Doll, slow down,” I said calmly, dragging her to a stop. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Bucky!” she said, hazel eyes wide with what seemed like panic. “Around every corner, I’m hit with either work or sabotage or assault or kidnapping. Now my work is requiring that I send not only my friends into what feels like a trap, but you! I can’t stop worrying that the next time I send you on a mission will be the last time I see you.”

While I stood there dumbfounded over her outburst, her eyes drifted to the box in my hand. “And just when I think I can settle my fears down long enough to do my job, I’m reminded that I have one more reason to stress over it all.”

I let out a deep sigh, closing up the box and tucking it under my arm. “Indy. I know it’s hard, Doll. Our jobs — our lives — aren’t exactly stress free to begin with. I hate that this is piling more on top of you, but… I’m ready to do this with you. I trust you. On work stuff and more. If you say this strategy is best, I’m not questioning it. But if your only reason for doubting is that you’re scared to lose one of us, then you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know,” she mumbled, waving a hand. “You’re all incredibly capable agents.”

“Well, yes,” I grinned. “But you came up with this strategy. So it’ll work. You’re our brain, Doll. Our mastermind. We’ve got you . Hydra’s got John.”

At my wry joke, she giggled despite herself, then rolled her eyes. She was chewing the inside of her cheek, but she was standing less tensely than before.

“Come here,” I breathed, pulling her against me with my free arm. “You gotta lower that blood pressure. Believe me, I understand where you’re coming from, but it’s not good for the baby when you get so wound up.”

She huffed and butted her forehead into my chest indignantly. “I know. The ironic part is that growing him is what’s making me hormonal. I’ve always been the levelheaded one.”

I chuckled and threaded my fingers into her hair. “Let me handle that for now.”

She groaned dramatically into my chest. “We’re doomed.”

KATE

Indy and Bucky had been secretive about things from the beginning. When we’d first met, Indy’s job was to handle secrets. And Bucky played everything closer to the vest than anyone I’d ever met. So, I couldn’t begrudge the two of them their secret crushes. It was obvious enough if you knew what to watch for, anyway.

What a time those days had been. Back when longing and bittersweet sentiments hung heavy around the residential floor of the compound. Days when the two of them would stare after each other wistfully and pretend the rest of us didn’t have eyes.

I’d known since the night in Romania, when Bucky had been hit with projectiles launched from an explosive. Yes, Indy had been worried sick and fought with the doctor like a rabid dog when Bucky’s safety was in question. But Bucky’s unwavering attention on her was what really sold me.

Only a few hours earlier, she had been admitting to Yelena and I that she’d had a crush on him when she was a kid. Shortly after, I was watching him cling to life while staring at Indy like she was an angel. If I hadn’t been so scared for him, I’d have been biting my lip to curb a smug smile.

After that, I noticed plenty of other things. The way Bucky’s metal hand would sometimes reach for her when she left his side — before he realized what he was doing and pulled it back to himself. The way Indy’s eyes lost focus when they finally met his. It was there in the way they smiled at each other. Like each knew the other’s heart but didn’t know how to admit it.

As much as his safety was paramount to her, he was just as fierce about her. The haunting way he’d prowled toward her abductors when I’d helped him track them down after the assault on the compound still stuck with me. Like a storm with death in the wind. I’d had no doubts he would protect her when they went on the run.

And so he did. They made it back alive. And the time alone apparently helped out with their relationship. I’d been expecting a tentative new couple, if anything. Instead, they’d returned as newlyweds. Where before there’d been so much angst, now they looked at each other with love and pride.

Unexpected. But not entirely surprising.

What was surprising was the discussion Yelena and I overheard through my bedroom door.

“It’s not okay, Bucky!” came Indy’s muffled, but familiar voice from the hallway.

I glanced up at Yelena, who stood across from me, and the two of us cocked our eyebrows at each other before turning slowly toward the door. Indy was ranting.

“Around every corner, I’m hit with either work or sabotage or assault or kidnapping. Now my work is requiring that I send not only my friends into what feels like a trap, but you! I can’t stop worrying that the next time I send you on a mission will be the last time I see you.”

There was a short beat of silence during which Yelena and I slunk another step forward. I didn’t feel good about eavesdropping on two of my most guarded friends, but they really shouldn’t have sensitive conversations in public hallways.

They must not even realize this is my room.

Whatever Indy said next was too muffled to hear. So naturally, we took another two steps toward the door.

“Indy.” Bucky’s voice. “I know it’s hard, Doll. Our jobs — our lives — aren’t exactly stress free to begin with. I hate that this is piling more on top of you, but… I’m ready to do this with you. I trust you. On work stuff and more. If you say this strategy is best, I’m not questioning it. But if your only reason for doubting is that you’re scared to lose one of us, then you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know,” Indy grumbled so quietly Yelena and I were forced to press our ears shamefacedly to the door. “You’re all incredibly capable agents.”

“Well, yes. But you came up with this strategy. So it’ll work. You’re our brain, Doll. Our mastermind. We’ve got you. Hydra’s got John.”

We heard laughter coming from Indy, still just tinged with tension.

“Come here,” Bucky continued. “You gotta lower that blood pressure. Believe me, I understand where you’re coming from, but it’s not good for the baby when you get so wound up.”

Yelena’s eyes widened so far I could see my own shocked face reflected back at me.

“Baby?” Yelena mouthed silently.

I held up a finger, leaning further against the door to hear how Indy replied.

“I know. The ironic part is that growing him is what’s making me hormonal. I’ve always been the levelheaded one.”

“Baby boy,” I mouthed to Yelena excitedly, trying not to bounce too happily next to the door separating us from our friends.

I was already daydreaming about shopping for tiny clothes, the rest of their conversation forgotten as we retreated from the door.

Bucky and Indy. Having a kid. Now that I thought about it, she did seem to be walking with her feet a little wider apart these days. And her clothes looked fit for a librarian, all obscuring material and slimming colors. Not like her old wardrobe of cropped tops, T-shirts, and jeans.

“How are they going to handle this?” Yelena asked clinically, the line between her eyebrows the only true indicator of concern. “With Hydra after Bucky, and Indy always at the head of our operations…”

Some of my giddiness dried up in the face of her realism. Before my smile could falter, I hitched it back up. “They’ve got us.”

“Yes, but do they know that?” she asked with a deep frown. “They haven’t even told us she’s pregnant, yet. Indy is obviously under immense pressure between the Hydra assault, helping with Bucky’s baggage, and the idea of having a child. Do they really know they can lean on us?”

I opened my mouth, but didn’t have a great argument against her, so I closed it again.