3.
Anything Could Happen
You've held your head up
You've fought the fight
You bear the scars
You've done your time
'Dust to Dust,' The Civil Wars
.
"I thought we were doing alright, Bucky," Steve tried again.
It had been over an hour since Bucky had said anything, and that had just been a clipped "I'm fine" when Steve had stopped for gas.
They were supposed to be staring down the barrel of a good week -nice and quiet, that had been the plan.
Overall, things had been continuing well in Manhattan. Bucky was still pretty somber, but that wasn't shocking given all he had been through. He still had some nightmares, but this, too, was to be expected. The fact that Bucky had not taken off in the night to go into hiding again was a success in Steve's book, so everything else was just minutia to be waded through.
But Bucky had made a few comments in the past weeks about how living inside one of the city's focal points made no strategic sense. Also, Steve had seen how some days walking in the city seemed to put his friend on-edge, like it was overwhelming.
Thus, an idea had been born.
When Steve himself had first thawed-out and had trouble wrapping his head around the fact he'd been "asleep" for seventy years, S.H.I.E.L.D had set him up with a safe house - a secured cabin out in the woods. He had stayed there for a few weeks, and it helped. He'd been able to slow down and process and accept everything at his own pace.
With some help from Sam, Steve had found somewhere similar upstate for him and Bucky to go. They would be out of the city where it was quiet, and hopefully Bucky would feel like he didn't need to worry so much.
Bucky had agreed, willing to try almost anything to feel settled.
He had remained perfectly fine with the idea until they actually got to the cabin. He'd only gotten as far as stepping out of the truck before balking...
"No."
"What's that?" Steve had looked up after he'd dropped down the tailgate of his borrowed pickup truck.
"No. We gotta go."
"Go where?" Steve had frowned, wondering if they forgot something.
"Back," the brunette had snapped and then rubbed his chest absently. "Let's go."
"Back to the city?" Steve had frowned. "But.."
"I want to go!" Bucky had shouted and rounded on him, but then he'd backed up a couple steps. "There's no one here," he'd added more quietly, like an afterthought.
"I thought that was sort of the point," Steve had argued but remained calm so as not to make his friend edgier.
"It was, but ...there's no one here," he repeated, still rubbing at his chest because his heart was racing uncomfortably. "Anything could happen."
"Nothing's going to happen," Steve had promised, smiling a little bit now that he saw what Bucky's worry was.
"I could hurt you," he finally spat out bluntly.
Steve sighed. They had been over this before after some of Bucky's nightmares.
"You're not going t-"
"I'm not staying, Steve."
And he'd put himself back into the truck, just like that. Steve had merely gaped at him for a few moments. If he hadn't been so taken aback by the abrupt turnaround, he might have actually been a little happy that Bucky was being assertive about something and not standing back, just watching and listening.
Since it hadn't seemed like he was going to convince his friend back out of the vehicle, Steve had slammed the tailgate up and gotten back in for the long trek back to Manhattan.
And they'd barely spoken to each other the whole ride, save for Steve occasionally checking-in.
"I thought you liked the idea of getting out of the city," the blond soldier started again.
He was sure Bucky had. Steve had proposed it, but the other man had agreed - Steve hadn't forced it. Had he?
"I did," Bucky stiffly answered. "And then I didn't."
He could see they were back to the city, so it was a safe time to give an answer. If they devolved into an argument, they'd be getting out of the truck soon anyways.
"Okay..." Steve was glad for an actual answer, now. "Why? Because you're not going to hurt me. I trust you; you know that."
"No, no; it's not about you, Steve," the brunette grumbled.
In his peripheral he saw Steve grimace in the driver's seat, but that wasn't what he'd meant.
"I..." he stopped and exhaled slowly through his nose- couldn't Steve drive faster? "It's just ...I mean, it's not you," he finally spat out.
Steve didn't seem to get it, to understand that just because he trusted Bucky didn't mean Bucky deserved it. Steve could trust him all day long, but that had no bearing on whether something might happen. On whether he might do something.
Neither of them knew when something could happen.
Anything could happen.
Bucky knew what he was capable of. He could remember.
He shuddered where he sat.
"We would've been safe," Steve insisted anyway. "I'm not scared of you."
Sure, but Steve had always been a little reckless. Okay, a lot reckless. Bucky remembered that much about his life before the war- some of his memories were still muddled, but he knew Steve had a knack for running straight into messes he should've walked way from.
He didn't want to be one of those messes.
But he was. He was an awful kind of trouble, and Steve just wouldn't walk away. That enraged Bucky just as much as it made him want to ...cry with gratitude. He swallowed quickly because he didn't want to feel either of those things. The juxtaposition was almost painful.
"We've handled everything so far," Steve reminded him- he was too busy turning into the parking ramp under Stark Tower to look over and see Bucky's continuing turmoil.
The other man scoffed. Sure, if "handled" meant screams and kicking, wrestling, some broken lamps and tables, and a patch of splintered drywall by his bed. He was getting better- he supposed- but nothing was fluff or roses.
At least back here in New York there were other safeguards and security. Iron Man, for instance. Or JARVIS always watching.
"We have," Steve said firmly as he parked. "You're doing great."
Great.
Nothing about him seemed "great." He was a mess, and he felt incomplete. He knew Steve was his friend - he could feel it- but parts of their history were missing; there were strips of memory that he didn't even know were missing until Steve mentioned something that tickled familiarly in his mind. HYDRA had meddled in his brain so much that he often felt he'd never know everything for sure.
He was a solider before he was The Winter Soldier, but sometimes he couldn't see where one had stopped and the other had began. Steve said The Soldier wasn't actually him, but Bucky wasn't sure he agreed - it's all in there, all inside of him. So was he one or the other- Bucky or Winter Soldier? Was he both? Could he just be "Bucky" again? He could remember he'd been happy then...
He had no idea if he'd completely get that back.
If he could.
So he clambered out of the truck.
He paused, wanting to run. Okay, maybe he could settle for a walk. Walk off his thoughts, try to walk away from them...
But Steve would follow.
Steve would always follow, and he didn't deserve that, not after everything he'd done. He didn't deserve Steve's loyalty and his inherent goodness.
Not that he could say that aloud. He would just break Steve's heart.
"I need her," he blurts, fists clenched tight as his sides.
"Huh?"
Steve had gotten out of the truck, too, and was watching over the hood as Bucky thought.
"...Kate," Bucky had to grope in his mind for a moment but said the name confidently, now. "Katie. Where is she?"
She worked there- she might be close by. Bucky found that he suddenly liked that thought.
"Katie?" Steve repeated skeptically. "It's late, Bucky ...she must be at home, I guess."
He was feeling wrong-footed, but, yes, he assumed Katie would be at home ...or out. She couldn't be at work all the time. Although, she was a little like Stark sometimes, and he worked at all sorts of hours...
"I want her."
"Buck!" Steve scowled quickly.
The brunette threw him a filthy look over the dusty hood of the truck they had now driven back and forth around the state.
"Not like that," he growled. "She's ...I don't know," he admitted as he realized it, "but I can't hurt her."
Stark had thrown enough things at her to make that obvious
He couldn't hurt her, and it wasn't about some blind trust - he literally couldn't.
"Call her."
"No, it's late-"
"Call her, Steve," Bucky repeated, staring at the black of the vehicle between them rather than the blue of his friend's eyes. "I ...feel wrong. Please."
It was the 'please' that broke Steve down.
He would almost rather see Bucky throw a fit, to yell at him or hit something. He didn't like that sort of behavior, sure, but it was better than what could be construed as begging.
'I feel...wrong.'
He was pleading with Steve, telling him a small but painful truth. It was an admission ...or possibly a warning. Like he could feel something happening. Something coming.
Maybe Katie shouldn't be around for something like that, but Bucky did have a point. Katie wouldn't physically get hurt by anything he might do.
"Okay," he agreed. "Okay, sure. Let's go up..."
Bucky visibly relaxed, and Steve was glad to see it. He had no idea why he'd suddenly thought of Katie, but they'd see how it went.
They entered the elevator and Steve pulled out his ID Card that would take them straight to his floor without stopping. As soon as he scanned the card, he made sure JARVIS was listening.
'Yes, Captain?' the AI responded immediately.
"JARVIS, can you call Katie Pryde?"
'I have access to her telephone number. Shall I call now despite the hour?"
Steve glanced at Bucky.
"Yes, please."
X
Katie jolted in bed, but slivering an eye open told her it was still pitch dark so she was pretty sure about ignoring her ringing phone. If they couldn't call at a descent hour, then whoever it was couldn't be a very good friend.
As her mind cleared, however, she realized it could be an emergency. It might even be the School.
"Hello?" she snatched her phone and tapped it on.
'Ms. Pryde.'
"...JARVIS?" she groaned and flopped onto her pillows again. "What does Tony want?"
'I am not calling on his behalf, no. I am calling for Captain Rogers.'
"Steve?" That was more interesting since he was less likely to call on an indescribable whim. "Isn't he camping?"
'He left but returned tonight, and he requests that you come to Stark Tower as soon as you are able,' JARVIS reported dutifully. 'He also extends an apology that he has sent a call so late.'
"Why did he?" Katie asked, flipping the covers off of herself to roll out of her soft-and-oh-so-warm-bed - it was a shame but she told herself this must be for a good reason.
'I am not entirely clear. Sergeant Barnes is with him; he does not seem happy.'
That wasn't so helpful. He never appeared to be overtly happy.
Not that you could blame the guy.
"Is everyone okay?"
'Everyone appears physically healthy, yes.'
"Okay ...tell him...' Katie switched on a light and dragged a hand through her long, dark hair. "Tell him I'll be there in, like ...twenty minutes?"
'I will relay the message. Thank you, Miss Pryde.'
"Bye, JARVIS."
Katie dropped her phone away and rushed around for more clothes besides her running pants and sports bra she'd worn to bed. A tank top and white track jacket came on, and she found her purse so she could drive to Stark Tower. She often took the subway or sometimes even walked, but driving would be fine this time of night ...or morning, rather.
She was a little more awake when she arrived at Stark Tower. JARVIS greeted her when she swiped-in through the garage elevator, and he sent her right up to Rogers' apartment before she could ask. That was just as well, and she leant lazily on the wall of the lift wondering what she'd find when she arrived.
"Thanks, JARVIS," Katie sighed when she straightened as the elevator doors pulled open.
Steve was sitting on the nearest end of the couch and rose when Katie arrived with the 'ping' of the doors. Barnes was across the room and remained seated in his armchair, his head hung in his hands.
"Hi, Katie."
"Morning," she winked.
Barnes looked up, but his shoulders remain slumped, and he just shifted in his chair.
"I know - sorry about the time..."
"Can't say I was expecting a call. I thought you were camping," she gave him an inquiring look.
"Never quite got to that," he confessed, though he did not elaborate immediately.
Katie nodded and darted a look at the other man in the room. She had only seen him a few times since she'd talked to him in the cafe, so she wasn't really sure what he and Steve might want.
"He didn't like the idea that there was no one around to help me if he got...confused. He's worrying 'bout hurting me," Steve told her quietly, though he knew Bucky could hear him.
"Oh," Katie frowned, and she hoped that made her look suitably sympathetic.
Last she heard, Steve had seemed to be looking forward to the road trip away from the hustle of the city. It had sounded like he really thought it would be helpful.
"Well, he thought of you ...because he can't hurt you, really..." Steve explained awkwardly, looking thoroughly apologetic.
"So here I am..." she understood.
"That alright?"
"Sure," Katie shrugged, sounding chipper enough for 1:00am.
And she did mean it. Sure, she would have preferred to come over during the day and all, but it was fine. She had lived a majority of her life at a school with plenty of teenagers who couldn't completely control their powers, so it was nothing knew to be on alert. She had often helped these students train because she was one of the teachers who was least likely to get hurt when other teachers might- fire, explosions, the odd energy ray, etc. Katie was fully aware that it was a usable benefit to be able to phase through nearly anything.
"Really," she added when Steve looked dubious.
To prove it, she let herself properly into the apartment and dropped down to sit on the couch. It was incredibly comfortable -Stark apparently spared no expense on his allies.
God; Katie almost groaned as she settled in.
"Rough night, James?" she asked, eyes gentle and tone light.
He nodded, still looking down towards the carpet.
"Okay ...I get that," she joined him in nodding.
"You get that?" the brunette man looked up at her, eyes narrowed.
"Buck," Steve's tone held a warning.
She waved Steve off.
"Yeah," Katie responded to the brunette man, still calm. "I do."
He tilted his head at her but didn't say any more about her comments. Neither did Steve, who continued to hang back.
"...you know," she began again after they all sat in a little more silence. "You're just sitting in front of a super expensive TV," she grinned.
She wasn't shocked if he didn't want to talk to her, but the place was too quiet. A distraction - even some show Barnes didn't care about- might help get him out of his head.
He shrugged in response to her statement.
Katie took this as permission and stood to snatch the remote off of the coffee table. She sat back at the end of the couch nearest Barnes' seat, and she clicked on the large widescreen in front of them so she could scroll through a vast number of TV and movie channels. She didn't want to select anything too violent or any confusing shows; she considered a comedy since it would be light...
"Do either of you like baseball?" she checked while looking through some of the available movies.
"...we used to go to Dodgers games," Steve provided when she was met with a couple moments of silence from the other occupant of the room.
"Steve says they left Brooklyn," Barnes then followed-up quietly.
"Yeah, back before I can remember," Katie grinned and watched his reaction.
He only nodded and kept his eyes on the TV while she set up "Moneyball" to play- it might interest him but was also a calm film.
"...I can't remember the last time I saw a diamond," Barnes remarked a little wide-eyed when he actually looked up to see the movie start.
Katie looked to Steve, then back to the brunette.
"...should I change it?"
He shook his head, dark hair swaying around his face, and kept watching.
That was the last talking he did throughout the movie. Steve, who'd moved into the room to take a seat, asked a few questions about tactics and teams once Katie explained the movie was based on a true story- he seemed to enjoy it. Barnes just watched with rapt attention throughout the film, quiet but attentive. If nothing else, Katie had been right: he seemed to get out of his head and away from his worrying.
"Well," Katie stood to stretch and yawn deeply when the credits rolled.
Startled, she jumped when Barnes immediately shoved himself to his feet, too. His face was alert again. He'd obviously come back to the realization about just why Katie was there with them.
"Alright?"
He just looked around a bit.
"...want to crash here?" Steve offered her.
He stayed sitting so he didn't make the moment more tense, but he was eyeing Bucky, and she started to wonder if Steve wasn't actually part of the problem.
"We still have open beds - two rooms we aren't using," he explained to her.
Katie looked down at herself; she was in modified pajamas anyway.
"Sure. Probably a nicer bed than mine anyway, huh?" she smiled at the thought of what Tony must have his rooms decked in.
"Depends what you liked in a bed," Steve muttered, which Katie didn't really understand. "I"ll show you a room."
"Good night," she waved to Bucky and then followed Steve away from the sitting room towards the side hallway.
"I sleep here," he pointed at the first door to the master bedroom, "and Bucky took the one at the end of the hall ...you can use this one," he lead her to the next open door on the right.
As expected, there was a large bed near the windows with a thick comforter tucked just so. She felt more tired just looking at it. Yes; it would be a fine choice to stay here.
"Okay?" he looked like an unsure host.
"Looks good to me, Cap," Katie smiled and nudged his side lightly. "Are you alright?"
Steve glanced down and sighed. He knew Katie used to be a school teacher, and he could see it right now as she checked in with genuine concern. He knew she was smart like Stark and worked for him, but she did not seem to actually be much like him. He didn't care if Clint sometimes lumped them together as "nerds"- they were different; Katie was less egocentric and overtly thoughtful instead of hiding it under layers of sarcasm.
Given how much he felt he'd been working lately, he didn't mind someone reaching out. He allowed himself to indulge in being looked after for a few moments.
"I'm doing," he half-answered and leaned a thick shoulder on the wall beside the room he'd lead her to. "It's just slow."
"Hey; he's still here."
Before Sam had headed back to DC for a while, he had told Katie that Steve was nervous Bucky might take off on him...again. No matter how slow things might be progressing, at least they weren't back to square one with an AWOL soldier.
"True," Steve conceded, "and I'm so relieved," he added so as not to sound ungrateful.
"...but I guess that doesn't mean you've been able to relax much, huh?"
"No," he rolled his eyes, "it doesn't ...and I really thought this week would be good..."
"Hey, you tried," she offered helpfully. "And I think you need to relax," was her advice.
"Yeah," Steve scoffed. "Maybe someday."
Katie frowned, but she supposed it wasn't her place to push too much.
"Okay," Steve straightened up properly. "Sleep well ...just so you know, nights don't always go great. If you hear something, don't worry," he promised. "I'll get him."
"Stop worrying about me," Katie waved a hand around. "Kids at our school woke up on fire sometimes ...or flying, or they'd teleported and got lost so we had to search for them. Plenty of accidents - when something happens, we just deal with it. Yeah?"
"Wow," he chortled, imagining that. "Guess we are small beans for you."
"Oh, yeah ; Captain America's got nothin' on me," she shrugged, glad he was smiling. "I'm going to hit the sack..."
"Right. Bathroom is across the hall."
"Got it. Thanks, Steve ...good night."
She scampered across the hall to use the bathroom and then entered the plush bedroom to crawl into bed for the second time that night.
She was able to hear the dull murmur of the guys' voices down the hall, but she paid it little mind. The bed was as comfortable as it had looked- even more so, perhaps- so even when their voices raised a bit, she let it be.
When she heard a loud bang, she felt less passive. She shot out of bed instinctively and jogged down the hall wondering if she was going to find them fighting or wrestling around - yet another thing she had seen plenty of at Xavier's School.
They hadn't actually devolved into such a juvenile display when she arrived in the living room, however, and were quiet again by the time she walked in them. Bucky was back on his feet, his chair toppled over behind him.
"You just need some sleep, that's all," Steve was saying.
"I don't need t-" but Bucky cut himself off when he spotted the movement of Katie entering the room.
He just stared, mouth pulled taught in a frown.
"Sorry, Kate," Steve sighed when he followed his friend's look.
"It's okay ...sort of," she added since she was tired and it likely showed. "You need sleep, too, Steve. Go ahead," she urged him.
"I'm n-"
"Go ahead," she told him sternly. "You asked me her to help ...remember what I said about relaxing?"
Steve tried not to glare at Katie, for she was only trying to be helpful. Still, he very much wanted to argue.
But one glanced at Bucky deflated his resolve- he obviously wasn't getting anywhere with his friend right now. He didn't know what her plan was, but he opted to obey all the same.
"Okay... ..." he huffed. "Good night."
He was tired.
"Good night," Katie returned and watched him turn to retreat to his room. "Okay..."
Her plan was extremely simple: give Barnes what he wanted.
Within reason.
"I'm getting the impression you aren't planning to sleep," she told him lightly.
"No," his answer was flat.
"Alright ...do you want me to stick around out here with you?" she offered.
That one took a few seconds for him to decide.
"No," he answered dispassionately again, looking away to the carpet.
"That's fine ...if you're staying out here, you might want to fix your chair."
While he did so, silently lifting it back into place with one hand, Katie turned the TV back on and scanned channels again. The Science Channel was showing a stream of "How It's Made," so she turned that on. TV had distracted him before; maybe it would again.
"There ...it's not that exciting, but it's interesting anyway. Are you feeling okay?"
He silently nodded.
"Steve gave me the second room if you need anything."
"Alright," he nodded again, jaw tight.
He thought he wanted to thank her- he definitely knew that he should. She came here. She was staying calm and being nice ...thanks were in order, but he wasn't sure how to say these things.
So he was monosyllabic instead.
"Good night," Katie retreated a second time.
And she felt fine about it even if maybe Steve was right and Barnes should be sleeping. But he obviously had a reason to not want to, so why push it? Barring drugs, you couldn't force something like sleep onto a grown man - it was best to pick one's battles.
Everyone in the suit was an adult, and now they were all getting what they needed even if those needs were as simple as sleeping or being left alone. Those things weren't nothing. She and Steve wanted to sleep, and Barnes needed to have his wishes respected to be able to relax.
Easy enough for right now.
Sometimes, it was best just to let people be.
Katie left her bedroom door halfway open in case Barnes needed something, but then she crawled right back into bed to use the thick pillows and fluffy blankets to full advantage.
XX
Katie did not wake to an alarm the next morning, which was as strange as it was blissful. She woke slowly and naturally to soft light filling the room, and for a moment she couldn't figure out how that could be because she'd bought thick curtains for her apartment on purpose...
Then she recalled that she was not in her room at all.
JARVIS had called.
She propped herself up on her elbows so she could roll her neck, letting it crack and loosen some of its morning tightness. Nope, this was definitely not her place. She would, however, like to find out if Tony could deliver this very mattress to her apartment.
As much as she'd like to stay curled up there in the comforter all morning, Katie was a guest and she wouldn't want to be rude.
The apartment was silent as she rolled out of bed and grabbed her sweatshirt to head for the bathroom, and a note stuck to the restroom door explained why:
Katie -
Wasn't sure when you'd be up and we didn't want to wake you- we are
downstairs in the gym.
Coffee's on.
-Steve
When she made her way to the kitchen in search of the coffee Steve had mentioned, she considered that she should probably go down for her own workout. She wasn't feeling highly motivated after her night of interrupted sleep, however.
So, instead, she found a mug and filled it with the coffee Steve had started. She felt perfectly welcome in the apartment, but she didn't know what to do with herself standing there alone on the cool tile.
It was a kitchen, though, so it seemed fairly obvious that she should get some breakfast. She had no clue when the two men would be back since she figured that both Super Soldiers could probably exercise a lot, but she was hungry.
Telling herself that she'd been invited in so she could make herself to home, Katie allowed herself to poke around for an adequate meal. Since it was Stark Tower, she was not disappointed: bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, fruit, and various breads and bagels for toasting. The guys were certainly set-up to make a whole buffet if they wanted to, but Katie didn't need a smorgasbord - she just wanted to pilfer.
"Caught in the act..." Katie held up her hands in mock surrender when the elevator quietly opened to reveal Steve and Bucky.
They were both wet-haired and fresh-clothed from apparent showers in the locker room.
Steve only chuckled as he approached. She had freshly-cracked eggs in a pan to stir up and scramble, so it was clear what was going on.
"Don't act guilty; it's good timing..."
He seemed pleased and even came into the kitchen to help out with pulling out more food. Barnes watched them a few moments but just took a seat on the couch - it seemed that he knew food would come his way eventually and he didn't have to worry.
"Did you sleep alright?" Steve asked quietly in the kitchen.
"Oh yeah- the bed was as comfortable as it looked, for sure," Katie flashed a grin.
"Okay, good ...sorry again."
"Stop," Katie groaned and waved him off. "I don't mind if it helps. Plus, I didn't have to go grocery shopping for any of this."
Steve knew she was just joking to ease the moment and dismiss him, but he allowed it. She could have left while he and Bucky were downstairs- she wouldn't still be if she was annoyed or too busy.
He started when Katie nudged him and nodded at Bucky with a questioning eyebrow raised. He only shrugged. He was pretty sure Bucky didn't get much sleep, though he may have nodded off there in the living room during the night. In any case, he'd been awake when Steve got up around six and they'd headed downstairs without discussion.
"I can finish this," Steve promised Katie when he saw her reaching for more eggs. "Go ahead and eat what you had made up..."
"No; I don't mind cooking," she waved him off.
"Neither do I - go on before yours gets cold."
Steve could only assume he and Bucky would be eating more food than her; there was no point in her waiting and letting her own food get cold.
"Alright, alright ..."
After she'd settled herself in a stool at the high counter, Bucky rose from the living room and padded wordlessly into the kitchen to pour a plain cup of coffee. He took a long, slow whiff of the sausage and bacon Steve had in a pan and let himself enjoy the feeling of his mouth watering in anticipation. Sometimes he still found himself shocked at the plethora of taste-filled food available to him here, but he certainly had no complaints.
He then washed the sensation down with bitter coffee and wound back through the kitchen to pull a second stool out at the counter. He edged it a extra foot or two from Katie so he had his own space but perched onto it to share the counter with her all the same.
"Not a cook?" Katie asked him between bites.
"Nah, never really learned," he muttered. "...my sister did..."
"You have a sister?" her interest was piqued.
"Had," he corrected quietly and gave a small nod.
"Right; I'm -"
"Rebecca," he cut off the apology he felt looming-he'd known what she meant.
"So she was older and helped look after you?"
He just stared fixedly at his mug of coffee.
"Bucky was the oldest; Rebecca was the baby," Steve supplied instead. "She tagged-along a lot when we were younger. Started a lot of trouble..."
Bucky snorted despite himself.
"Like you can talk."
Steve chuckled along, making no argument, and Katie ginned at the pair but held her tongue. There was usually an air of tension fluttering around anywhere Barnes went, but it seemed to have dissipated for a few moments to show her the ease this friendship had always had.
