He pauses for just a moment. He does. On his right shoulder, a black spider with red web covers his skin. But how did she know that? He wonders what else she knows. But the only way to find out is to go out with her.

He walks around the car and slides into the seat. He hates being driven, because it just reminds him of being the Winter Soldier.

"Where are we going?" He asks, the English rusty in his throat. He'd spoken to Steve, when they'd been on the helicarrier, but it still feels odd to be using his birth language.