Steve trailed just a little ways behind, then, making sure to give Bucky the space he wanted but stay close enough if he was needed. Honestly, he was proud of the kid - he was doing his damnedest not to let this beat him, and Steve's respect for him had only grown over the past two weeks because of it.

When they got to the bedroom and Bucky paused, Steve nodded. "Then I'm staying," he agreed, glancing at the team of agents that had shadowed them the entire way here. He gave them a sympathetic - but commanding - look, and advised, "Why don't you fellas just sit tight out here? I've got the interior covered."

He outranked them, as far as he knew, and it wasthe truth. Much though he didn't like it, he would sacrifice Bucky's comfort for his safety, if it was necessary. But in this case, it wouldn't be. He really could cover the interior of the room.

The agents looked... less than pleased, but they glanced at each other before nodding, taking up positions on the outside of the door, on either side. Now Steve gave Bucky a sympathetic smile - no, it wasn't getting them to leave, but that would have been a bad idea. This would have to do.

He slipped past Bucky and into the room, doing a quick visual sweep before he'd let him in. But nothing seemed out of place, so he waved Bucky in - and would move to shut the door after him.