A hand brushes past my kicking legs and I jerk back with a little yelp, Bucky's warning still fresh in my mind. Never mind that I can't really die and neither can Major, not without a head shot — I've died before, and in case you missed it, I died by drowning. It's not an experience I'm looking to repeat.

When I don't get tugged under, I reach out, catching hold of a muscular forearm just as he surfaces, sputtering into the air like he just came out of the god damned fountain.

"Oh my god," I say, and let myself sink down into the water with a sigh of relief.