Bucky leaned into Steve as they stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the trio of helicopters recede into the distance.
Thinking of Bucky's panic attack earlier in the day, Steve slipped a reassuring arm around his waist. "Things will get better."
"I know. They already are getting better. It's just…" Bucky stopped himself.
"What?"
"Nothing." Bucky blew out a breath. "I just wish things would slow down a little."
"Yeah, no, that's not happening," Clint said, appearing suddenly beside them. "We've got cops downstairs, with a warrant."
At the look on their faces, he grinned. "Don't sweat it, guys. Follow me."