[Not being injured is nice, John. Maybe rethink the tactics. She has a point. It's been so long here that he's been without significant injury.]

Then I'm coming with you. If you miscalculate and we don't make it, at least we'll die together. I'll hope Sherlock manages to get his neck out of the noose himself.

[The look Mary gives him is one of mild disgust when John flicks his gaze over to her once more. He's disgusted with himself, honestly. He suffers from enough guilt and knows Bucky does, as well, not to want to add to it. It's also an empty threat. He'll fight Bucky if he needs to. John isn't going to let the man die, and Sherlock is still waiting.]