Steve steps out of the way, finding a quiet spot where Thor and the others don't see him. His hands tremble and the phone shakes in his hand. He's so scared to answer, not wanting to be let down again. What if it was a trick? What if it was someone trying to goad Steve? What if it was a trap.

And yet, he just knew. He knew that this wasn't a trick or a trap. His eyes are hollow, his whole body slumping as he types out a reply.

I didn't know you were back. I'll come to you. I'll leave now.

He's not a moron or an idiot. If anything, he's just naive. He's not broken that way, not yet. He needs to get back to Bucky as fast as he can. Quinjet. Thor. He doesn't care. He just needs to be there yesterday. It's not just wanting proof. Steve wants Bucky, wants to see his smile and feel his hand again.

And then he's off. The Captain stomps around, not caring what people think of him as he demands to be able to leave. The trip will be long and he won't be able to get there quick enough. It will be the longest travel of his life. At least he cannot wait to see Bucky again.