"Nothing to be afraid of," she repeats, as if she's trying to puzzle out the punchline to a joke. She's grateful for the opportunity to have seen something so unusual, but it's a relief that it's over. "How are you able to do that? You said it was through someone's blessing?"

What kind of blessing could that possibly be?

"It concerned your friend," she remarks, absently smoothing down the feathers that are in a permanent poof around Bucky's neck. "But it doesn't seem to hurt you at all. What do you use them for? Self-defense?"