The relief cascades through him. Steve doesn't think he's crazy. He's going to help. They're going to look for Sharon, and if they're lucky, luckier than he has any right to be--

Both of you were believed dead and lived, a tiny voice whispers. Why not her, too?

"Okay." He swallows, hard, and nods. "Okay."

His mind is already racing ahead. "Should I call Natasha? She knows the local, and Fury, and--"