"I'll call her," Steve says, firmly. "Get her read on the situation."

He studies Bucky, the nervous energy in the way his friend holds himself, the deep shadows beneath his eyes that have gone nowhere at all ever since T'Challa came to him with the terrible news that Sharon Carter was dead.

"Talk to Shuri," he decides. "If we're going in to Madripoor, you might want to go in with whatever the best version of your arm she's got. And then – maybe try to get some rest, Buck. I know it'll probably seem impossible, but you need it."