Steve leans against the entrance to the bridge, hanging back in the doorway, watching her. It's like the quin jet, but only much more elaborate. He knows he would never be able the fly the thing without proper lessons. The captain and the crew impress him, even if he hates leaving Bucky with them. He can respect who they are and what they do.

In his head, he knows this is a good place for Bucky. He just doesn't want to let go.

"I, uh... I think he has everything he needs. He's good at traveling light," he murmurs softly. "You should ask him, though. I... I don't want to speak for him." Steve stared at Sara, so many things he wants to ask and say, but he hesitates.

"I gave Bucky a phone number. It's a satellite phone. Untraceable. If... If he needs me for anything. Name the place and I'd make my way there in a heartbeat. If... If you need help or backup..." Steve stops, knowing he's rambling a little.

"Just... Just take good care of him."