"You ready to take her back in?" Bucky calls over the sound of the boat's motor.

Sam gazes out—the shoreline trundling slowly by on their left, the horizon where the sky meets the sea to their right—and shakes his head. "Come on, Barnes, we've got at least an hour of daylight left. You wimping out on me?"

Bucky laughs and slings his arm around Sam's shoulders, presses a scratchy kiss to his cheek. "Hey, you're the captain."

"Damn right," Sam says, and starts back out to sea.