Steve denied that immediately with a shake of his head and a lift of one hand, "No, no. This is- something else." Where he had been blind to how Hydra had worked its way into S.H.I.E.L.D. and pulled the strings for too long, he had gone over every inch of the place and looked at every person he had met there for any sign that Hydra had some hand in its construction.

While Bucky's presence had been the hotel's greatest drawn in keeping him for weeks again already, it was that belief that had made it easier to sleep.

As easy as Steve ever slept these days.

"You want to-" he pointed over his shoulder toward the Bistro, "Want to go set your wings, uh, wing, somewhere and go get something to eat? This might take awhile."