"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, Buck, I do. But you're not going anywhere without me. Just hang tight, okay? I'll be back in – "

He glances at the navigational readings. "A couple hours, if I punch it. And then we're making a plan. Okay?"

He watches Bucky intently, wishing he could reach through the screen, teleport himself back there right now, in this instant, when Bucky needs him more than ever. Steve doesn't know how likely any of this is, but it doesn't matter: Bucky's right. He'd have to go.

So Steve is going, too. "Okay?"