[He sighed. Stubborn Steve just wasn't getting it. He couldn't explain to Bucky in words how he felt or how badly that he didn't want to fight anymore. He steps back, helping Bucky and removing his trousers, stepping out of them when he can use both hands to push them down. His eyes never leave Bucky as he slips his clothes off, letting them pool at his feet on the floor. There's a shiver in him, a tremble of nerves but he doesn't stop himself.]

I am here. Now. With you. That's all I need. I know...

[Moving back over to Bucky, he reached up and threaded his fingers lightly in Bucky's hair, running the soft locks around his fingertips.] Tell me what you want, Buck. Name it and I'll give it to you.