The tires screeched as the car sped down the chaotic street, the tension inside thick enough to cut. Ahead, you threw the door open mid-motion, leaping out and sprinting without hesitation.

"Wait, why'd she run?" Yelena asked, her voice breaking the tense silence.

"Something's not right," Bucky said, his tone sharp, his gaze glued to your retreating figure.

"How do you know?" Alexei asked, frowning. "What if she's just scared?"

"Because I know her," Bucky replied, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

You came to a sudden stop in the middle of the street, turning back to the car with a casual expression.

"It's in the detonator!" you shouted, your voice cutting through the noise.

Bucky groaned, dragging a hand over his face.

"The explosive..." Alexei started, his eyes widened. "We need to get out. Now." but before he can finish himself, Yelena was already moving.

The five of them scrambled out just as the car erupted into a massive fireball. The force of the explosion sent them diving for cover, the roar of flames and shattering glass filling the air.

When the chaos settled, you were walking back toward them, brushing ash off your jacket as if nothing had happened.

"Well, that was fun," you said, grinning as you stopped in front of Bucky.

Bucky's glare was icy, his hands braced on his hips.

"Just like old times, right, Bucky?" you added, your tone teasing.