The Soldier nodded his head, aware that Steve's word held a lot of weight to it. Maybe that was the reason he had put himself into this situation because finally the details would be worked out, the need to simply disappear would may be over, and he could just exist for a little while to pick up the pieces that he had no idea that he was actually looking for. There was something stressed but relieved about being near Steve, like some part of him that had been longing and missing had come back to slot into place for the first time. It confused him, but at this point, he was tired enough that he simply accepted it.

He watched the blond move around the machine, making no efforts to give instructions on how to free him. His fingers simply flexed as he watched and nodded his head as Steve found the lever and began the arduous task of forcing its weight after he had broken the mechanism that made that sort of motion easy. It came slow but still came, and he shifted his metal arm back when the pressure released, slumping back to sit on the floor and hanging his head and shoulders as all the tired cramps just seized up his muscles for a few seconds. Two of the plates of on his wrist were dented downwards but didn't interfere with the arm's actions.

He was free and he was dangerous again. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his right hand and then looked over at Steve. He drew a deep breath in, held it and then released it with a long sigh. "Come here," he ordered softly. "Close where I can look at you."