Okay. Okay, that's a mission. Get them out. Get them all out. Winter latches onto it, which gives him enough steadiness to stand up fully on his own, step away from Rogers and scrub at his face with the hand he'd been clutching to him with. "Yes."

He raises his own voice, making it cold and even again, because that's the only way he can carry out a mission right now. "Everyone not going through that thing. We are going and. Not leaving this house standing when we do."