There had been some concern at how underweight and thin he was as another reason to keep him at the Tower. Steve had simply shrugged it off; what was now called the Great Depression had been going on for more than half his life and then after the war started everything had been rationed. Not to mention what little he heard mostly went towards keeping a roof over his head and food and clothing could be stretched from what left over from that. Steve' stomach grumbled delicately, reminding him of his promise to eat regularly and well during his short stay in the Tower's medical wing, which is easy in the modern day with food available nearly everywhere in America and now that he had no more troubles concerning money.

Steve did as Bucky requested, hopping onto Buck's back and wrapping his arms securely around his friend's neck before resting his chin on the top of one shoulder. "I got irritated and took it out on you. I shouldn't have." He made a mental note to call and apologize to building maintenance afterwards for disappearing like this but right now he was just happy to be heading back no matter the method.