"No, I wanted to see you again," he murmured softly. He could have really made the offer, but this place had seemed the most fitting for this kind of reunion and uniting of purpose. This was the monument to lost soldiers, to a history long forgotten or mocked after all they had sacrificed. It seemed fitting that he would be remade here, that he would gather up a little of what he lost because of her. Even when he had nothing, he would make certain that he always had Stephanie. She had no choice; they had promised to the end of the line.

"Hydra is hunting me anyway, and they are hunting you. Remember how well we did as a group against them? I want... I wish I could remember what it was like," he murmured softly before he stepped closer to her when she had uncurled her fists, a sign of the tension leaving her, a sign he could weasel his way in close and hopefully not get brained for it either.

Slowly, he submitted as he faced her, his kneed buckling in slow motion as he settled on them before her. His arms reached out so that they could curl around her upper thighs, hoping to draw her in where he could rest his cheek against the swell of her right hip... always her right hand man. "Don't leave me in this darkness. Help me, Stevie," he whispered brokenly.