He nodded his head to acknowledge that they might be going back to DC, the place where he had broken free of HYDRA and slipped away for so long. It wasn't the idea of a safehouse that alarmed him either, but the idea that someone other than Steve was going to put them up in one. He didn't trust easily, and the only reason he was in Steve's arms was because it felt so right and it was safe in his mind, like all the jumbled pieces were, for once, aligning and falling into place. As long as Steve trusted where they were staying, he supposed that it would be acceptable for him to do the same.

"Is there... anywhere in the countryside?" He tipped his head a little with the brush of knuckles and sighed when their lips met. He sighed softly in response to it, his eyes half closing. "That's why I couldn't kill you on the helicarrier. The bond was already forming, and even though I was fighting it because it was malfunction, it still swayed some of my decisions." Suddenly pieces he had never been able to figure out fell into place. The confusion of that time gave way to a new insight and clarity. It felt... like a weight was lifting off of him.