Though she’d been mentally preparing herself for it, it’s still a gut punch seeing Bucky carrying Steve’s shield, taking charge. It should have been a natural fit; Bucky had been Steve’s Number Two man in the Howling Commandos, and she’d watched Sergeant Barnes bark orders any number of times in the last few years. But it isn’t the same.

She’s too professional to let that momentary waver show. She hops down besides him and stares out at the beachhead before them.

“Is it usually different from this?” she asks, curious.