Sam led Steve to the couch, feeling like he was guiding a lost man. Maybe he was. He sat and tugged on Steve's hand, urging him to sit. He rubbed the back of Steve's hand with his other hand. He didn't want to speak too much, willing to let Steve talk first.

He did wonder, though, if there would be a way for Bucky to take control like Dr. Goss feared the Soldier would. If it would leave Bucky as just himself, with no memory of what had happened in the past seventy years. He sighed and lifted Steve's hand to his mouth, kissing his fingers as a way to calm himself and hopefully Steve down.