She wants to fight him on that, to protest. Of course she can walk out the front door just like that. Slaughter her way through their forces and...

Well. And die. Gamora knows the odds are not in her favour, no matter how it raises her hackles to have anything to that tune suggested to her.

"You know a route."

The words hang between them for a moment. To those outside it looks like they must be squaring off. Like perhaps Bucky is talking her down, into coming willingly so he doesn't need to kill her. The situation is tense and might yet come to blows. Of course, that is not the case.

Gamora presses her lips together, briefly.

"You would do this for me?"

A simple question about the things he is putting on the table, the sacrifice he's willing to make. It astonishes her - the implication of a kindness of that scope. He might yet betray her. Lead her to presumed safety only to avoid an outright fight.

But sometimes... sometimes hope is too sweet to ignore in favor of the distrust that was nurtured in her. She's seen him after all, fighting alongside so many who had rallied to save the lives of millions at their own peril, for no reward and little glory.

"You would save me?"