[ Whoa, whoa. Clint is just quietly gonna snap into superhero mode, here. ]

It was morning. An hour or so after lockdown ended, maybe. There were four of us, and we took a break for just a second. Nat and I were up front. Bucky put John down for just - just a second. I didn't see the anomaly too well before she vanished but she had brown hair. And - there wasn't a chase, he didn't die by being stabbed or anything, he... they just sunk down into the snow. She was quiet and quick and she pulled him under. John didn't really even get a chance to - to say anything, we just looked away for a second.

[ The guilt gathers up and makes his voice tight. ] I don't - I'm sorry.