Sam's wings don't open, and he's going too fast, he's going to—

Something slams into him from the side, and the momentum takes both of them through a window in a shower of glass, and they go skidding across the floor to a stop.

Sam coughs and rolls over to see Bucky slowly crawling to his feet. "Thanks for the save."

Bucky smiles grimly and hauls Sam to his feet. "Hell of a time for a wardrobe malfunction, yeah?"

"You're telling me."