Robin tried to keep pace with him as her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the library. It seemed much more ominous. How were people supposed to read? The librarian seemed to be doing her work without a problem. "Is it dark in here? Or is that in my head too?" To her, there was also a smell in the air, like the disinfectant of a hospital mixed with blood and dead bodies.
Robin covered her nose and mouth with her free hand; her other hand was still clinging tightly to Bucky. One more minute. She could do that. Robin looked ahead at the door, just able to make it out. "There, that's it, isn't it?" It was hard to believe it could be real. Just a few more steps and they'd be back on the other side.