[If there was ever a reason to rush over in a panic, seeing Bucky's body at the riverbank like that is definitely a good one. Emma's leaning over him in a matter of moments, recognizing him better once she's close and checking him over and... fuck.]
Damn it-- Bucky? [Of course, not like she's expecting much response, but-- shit. Time to pull you at least as far away from the water as possible, not without her muttering to herself in the meantime.] The hell is going on now?