That I had Bucky. It had to be me. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't.

[She breathes him in, tucked against him and already feeling so much better than she had because he's here and he's not mad at her and he's holding her and she's not about to admit she was terrified she was going to be gone, too. There were things she hadn't said. Had the ability or the time to. And now she was here and she had the time and frankly she was stalling and why was she stalling because she'd managed to get through it with Bucky and Fitz really deserved to know too, and Jesus H. Christ why was this so hard.

Skye takes a deep breath and then pulls back enough so she can look at him. ]

Okay, um. I need to say something and I need you not to stop me or anything once I get started because I am going to chicken out okay?