It would be so easy to stay here, Steve thought when Bucky lifted his head to look at him, in the shadows and the gloom, to keep away from all the world, needing only each other. He swallowed when Bucky moved, kissed his forehead and got up out of his lap, aching to have him back but glad that he had done what was necessary. They couldn't linger in one place, no matter how tempting; they'd never be safe if they didn't keep moving, run as far away together as they could. He was ready to follow Bucky anywhere.

He took Bucky's hand and let his friend and bond pull him up to his feet. "I'll let him know we're safe. He'll understand." Steve said it partly out of guilt; Sam would be disappointed in him for disappearing, for not waiting and letting his friends help like they wanted to. But he would understand. Steve followed after Bucky, alert to their surroundings the same way but completely trusting, believing that wherever his bond led them it was right.