We stood in rows, getting ready for the fight. We all watched as Nat, Steve, and T’Challa walked away towards the barrier in an attempt to negotiate. Bucky stood to my right, gun in hand, ready as ever. “How about after this fight, you and I take that trip to Newfoundland that you’ve always wanted to take,” Bucky spoke giving me a quick smile. I nodded, “That sounds nice.” Nat, Steve...