She'd agree with that. She'd always been intrigued by the idea of the Winter Soldier, and why he hadn't killed her in Odessa. Sure she hadn't been his target but he could have just as easily shot a couple of inches higher and killed both of them. The scar on her stomach serves as a reminder of his sparing her and the start of their connection.

She smiles into that kiss, holding him close. That's as good an answer as any. As they kiss, she lightly kicks her feet, pulling them over to the edge of the pool. When her back hits the wall, she opens her eyes, pulling back enough to look into his face. She takes his hand. "Do you want to stay here? We have the whole compound to ourselves. We could go anywhere."