Bucky and Natasha are from my world. They know about their mirrors and plans are being set up if there's ever a next time. Will -

[Will's mirror was completely different, the message on her mirror still fresh in her mind. There's no holding back the involuntary shiver that runs through her, hard to hide with his hand on her shoulder. She can't hold that gaze for long, fighting the urge to pull away completely. She'd fought so hard to bring herself out of the shell she'd built around herself - now wasn't the time to run back to it.

She also wasn't going to tolerate the promises. If she wasn't gonna hold Captain America to it, she wasn't gonna hold an apparent werewolf to it. As much as she'd like to rely on all the people in her life, experience had taught her absolutes were a dangerous thing to play with.]

Peter... You don't know that.