[ She can joke about her mortality just fine. But when he quips about his, she sees him on that table again, and she squeezes her eyes shut with a strangled sob. Her mind has already conjured many images of his death, spliced from the horrors she's seen on the news and at the hospital, but even that couldn't prepare her for the close call with the real thing. ]

You can't go back out there. You gotta go home. They gotta send you home, Buck. You've already done enough.

[ It's pleading, desperate, probably even a little hysterical. Maybe because, deep down, she already knows that neither of them are making it back. Not with how fast he's recovered, how good he is with that rifle, what he's discovered about HYDRA and their plans; he's too important an asset to just send home now, and that fucking scares her.

She only calms down when he cups her face. She sniffs, then her eyes follow the trajectory of his gaze with a longing glance at his lips before flickering back to his eyes. ]

Oh yeah?