He slowly reached out and set his fingers against the imprints, finding that they did indeed match his own fingers. He frowned and leaned in, brushing his lips over each one in silent apology, and his fingers trailed downwards on either side of Steve's spine, caressing along skin that he had just cleaned, feeling the slight residue of soap as it did so. He stepped in slightly, his hands reaching the hardness of bone that indicated Steve's hip and then his hands, unbidden, smoothed around to the front, clasping Steve's hips as his lips shifted to brush against the bruises that his metal hand had caused.

"I missed you so much," he murmured softly, probably only to be heard because of Steve's advanced hearing since the water pouring on them drowned out most sound otherwise. He tasted the faint tang of the soap he had used, and his tongue darted out to brush on the wet warm skin over where his index finger had left a mark. He didn't like the taste of soap, he decided immediately and turned his face to rest his cheek against Steve's shoulder instead. "I vowed I wouldn't stop looking until I found you."