He shivers at the kiss, lifting his free hand to circle around her wrist and keep her at his back for a moment. The longer they stay this way, the more memories fade and are replaced with just them in this house.

"I had to get moving," he protests, wishing prison didn't sink so far into his bones each time he went back. There's a part of him that will always long for the simplicity of that schedule and expectation, but being here with her is infinitely better than beating on Zemo's goons and that's saying something. "You needed the rest." Not like he didn't, but better one of them than neither, or something like that.