Unlike him who was not supposed to exist in the first place, Steve was a well-known household name and that meant that people recognized his friend far more than he would have liked. He accepted it, but he also understood the risk that it presented and the hardship of not being able to disappear completely. Someone was always on the look out for what Steve was doing with or without the Avengers. It also made his friend relatively easy to track, which was against everything that he stood for regardless of how he had given himself up. Getting lost and hiding was what he did and he was very good at it even before he had been on his own for two years.

Slowly, he nodded because Steve was going to have to tell someone. He noticed the deferral as well, watching Steve closely to make certain that doing so didn't run against what his friend wanted to do. Steve wasn't like that at all. "As long as it isn't more than three people, I can keep us under the radar for awhile," he said softly. He knew places, had built places to slip into and out of. "You don't have to tell me who you are informing either; I respect your privacy."

He curled up a bit more when Steve's shifting, somehow compressing himself down smaller by ducking his chest and tucking his legs tight against Steve's hips as he straddled the larger man's lap. "What happens now?" He didn't know how bonds of this nature worked after all outside of it kept them wanting to be close to each other.