"You were awake in the ice?" Fuck, what must that even be like- paralyzed and frozen, pinned by water and metal and- it'd been a vague thought he ignored but rereading the infodump from Shield had brought it right back up again, niggling in the back of his mind. Steve had crashed the plane in the seat.

They'd found him lying down, shield on his chest, lain out like a corpse. Waiting.

He scrubs a hand through his hair and down his face, trying to shove the image away and not really managing it. Looking up to see Steve sitting, warm and breathing and alive does the work for him. "If you promise to listen. I can't help you if you don't trust me."