She takes the matchbook and slips it into a pouch at her belt, then stands, considering him for a second before she steps close enough to lean down and curve her arm around his head in a gentle hug. "Good luck," she whispers.
"I hope you find her."
When she pulls away, she gives him a faint, crooked smile. "I'll keep an eye out for you. See you later, Bucky."
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She takes the matchbook and slips it into a pouch at her belt, then stands, considering him for a second before she steps close enough to lean down and curve her arm around his head in a gentle hug. "Good luck," she whispers.
"I hope you find her."
When she pulls away, she gives him a faint, crooked smile. "I'll keep an eye out for you. See you later, Bucky."