ever marching as to war

"And I'm guessing asking you to keep your nose clean the future isn't gonna work, is it?"

He's talked himself into a corner; it's not the first time. His mouth's always gotten him into as much trouble as his fists; he's not like Steve, able to talk his way out of anything. Bucky's good for quips and egging people on, making things worse instead of better. Because the problem is, he can't walk away, now. He knows she's a danger to herself, and he knows she's not particularly open to the idea of looking elsewhere for help, leaving him, in essence, the only option. There could have been better outcomes, as far as he's concerned.

"...what's your schedule like?" he asks, like he doesn't already know.