He hadn't been offended by the comparison to three pigs; Steve is well aware that he's stubborn. Being such has had it's advantages from the time when he was a small sickly thing to even now as a healthy, well-built adult fighting things he couldn't even have dreamed of years passed. "I only care about what you think. And the impact on you. You might not find it so easy to slip away when people find out about us...they'll be more people then ever...there cameras and such...trained on you when they know. It won't be pleasant to say the least." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "And I know they've been far too interested lately...I'm hoping something else distracts them soon."

He leaned forward to kiss the corner of Bucky's mouth. "I won't be long." Steve promised. He was as eager as Bucky to leave, as pleasant this suite of rooms has been for the last day. And as promised, he was fast in packing up. He had more than Bucky but not much more. His time in the army had taught him how to pack quickly and light. Even if he could lift more than other people didn't mean he wanted to.

He hoisted his duffle back over one shoulder and the shield was held loosely in his other arm. "Ready to go?"