The water switches off and Bucky emerges a few moments later, towel slung around his waist. His skin is rosy from where he'd scrubbed up, trying to get clean as quickly as he could. The hot water is nearly limitless in the future but old habits die hard.

"The sink ain't gonna get you clean enough, get in the shower. I found enough clean clothes for everyone."

He pulls on a sweater first, grumbling as the shoulder seams catch on his arm and he has to give up and wrench the whole sleeve off. "Yeah, he's a talker all right. But he cares about his team, he wants to see everyone come home safe." There's still a lot about Jack that he doesn't know, but everyone who comes to Torchwood has secrets.

"And he'll flirt with anything breathing."