"You're right," Len agreed, shrugging. He understood and appreciated that James was worried, and he agreed that Mick was probably having the time of his life - but he still didn't intend to waste time getting back to Mick. He might have been having fun, but that didn't mean he couldn't get hurt.

Len sighed when he saw the look on Bucky's face. "Let's get going and talk later."

He didn't miss the fact, though, that James struggled more than usual picking Bucky up. "You all right?" he asked. "And where's my gun?"