Even Steve can't hide from his growling stomach. His cheeks reddened and he tilted his head to the side, smiling at Bucky. As much as he doesn't want to pull away, he really did need to eat something soon.

"I'd like to think we are." He murmured the words softly, one hand moving up to brush his fingers against Bucky's cheek.

Steve didn't want to think about the future. The idea of having to leave Bucky in Wakanda always broke his heart. And yet, he wouldn't ask him to do anything different, knowing how happy he was being there. "I'll hold you as much as you want me to. Too bad there's no room service."