Steve is acutely aware that, here, no one is going to bring them back to life . He will never risk Bucky. So with a small amount of anxiety, he looks around the area and grabs his branch once more. If anyone attacks, he wants to be ready.

"We'll figure it out," he's not nearly as confident as he sounds. But there is the distant sound of activity and Steve's superior hearing hones in. It should be enough to get them back to home. Hopefully.

"Let's go this way." His hand finds Bucky's and holds on tight. Just in case he gets away from him again. Steve isn't willing to lose his love a third time. Not if he has anything to say about it.

"I'm gonna have to put a tracker on you."