That gets another huff of a laugh from him. He glances around - at the carnage and destruction, but also at the people helping each other. "I dunno," he murmurs. "Seems like this is a pretty good day for it. Hope... You always need hope, on a day like this."

He thinks back to when he met Bucky - when his father was still alive, and still knocking his ma around. And when he met Marie... "The day I met her," he says softly, as if imparting a great secret, "I was buying flowers for my mother. She was in the hospital. Dying. I don't think I could've done what I did, without Marie."