"Wouldn't have offered if I wasn't," she answered.

She'd taken a little care of herself for this. She actually looked feminine. Easier to blend in that way. So her jacket followed a more feminine form, her pants showed that she had hips. Her hair had even been curled. A little makeup applied. Except for the glove on her left hand, she looked disturbingly normal. But that was how to stay unnoticed: out of sight in plain sight. Look normal and nobody notices.

Of course, she had a couple knives hidden in her boots. One up her sleeve. A couple guns in shoulder holsters that she wore like a second skin. Long, hard-fought experience had taught her well.

"Let's go."

What she hadn't told him was that she was going to tell Bucky to get out of Bucharest. It occurred to her that if all of them, all of her, all of him, had gone to Bucharest, it was too damned obvious. He needed to go somewhere else. Somewhere less predictable.

Hell. She might even tell him to go with Steve. She'd decide when she got there.