Light was shining on Harry's face, causing him to groan. His eyes flickered open and he reached to rub them. Groggily, he looked around. When has he redecorated? He rolled over and hissed in pain. That was right; he'd been picked up last night. That lead to another question. Where was the other guy? He awkward sat up and rubbed his face, looking around the room. He could hear a voice floating through the half closer door and got up, slowly walking over to it.

"I didn't get anything out of him last night, Nat. I'll try again when he wakes up. But I don't think I'll get anything. If OsCorp are selling weapons to HYDRA, their boss isn't going to just admit it. At least not as easily as we would like.

Harry's heart dropped. So that was why Steve had picked him up last night. Hell, Clint could have even been working with him. He closed his eyes before turning around to get dressed. Loudly. A loud band could be heard as someone stood up quickly, followed by thumping. Moments later, the door got pushed open and Harry looked up with a much too big smile on his face. Steve returned it.

"Would you like to stay for breakfast? I make a good batch of pancakes."

Harry nibbled his lip, contemplating for a few seconds.

"Pancakes sound good."

Steve smiled a little wider and motioned for Harry to follow him through to the kitchen. Harry looked around as he walked. Nothing really stood out, other than a shield on the wall, looking remotely similar to... Holy shit. However, he said nothing, sitting at the table in silence.

"So, Harry, you never told me what you actually do for a living."

"You never told me that you were Captain America."

Silence filled the room as Steve froze. They hardly dared breathe.

"Look... I heard your phone conversation. Yes, OsCorp have been selling weapons to HYDRA. Yes, I will allow to arrest me willingly, as long as it's discreet and kept hidden from the press."

There was no way that Harry could get out of it. The contracts were black and white. He might as well go easily and cooperate.

"Well, you made my job easier..."

Harry smiled weakly and curled up in his seat. His eyes drew back to the shield on the wall, questions forming in his mind.

"Hey, Steve?"

"Do you ever regret the serum?"

Silence fell across the room once more and Harry shifted.

"I'm sor-"

"Yes. I regret it. It took so much more than it gave me."

"May I ask... What it took?"

"The serum... It... I'm sterile. I can't have children. It's so much harder for me to die so if I ever wanted to.. Commit suicide, it would be so much harder for me. It would take me a long time. I can't get drunk, so I can't rely on that to forget things. I can't use medicine either, my metabolism processes it too fast. I can't get any pain relief. I hate that I get recognized as a hero for the things that I do. Any good man should do them. It's not heroic, it's doing what's right. The serum is the only reason I woke up in a century that I still don't fully understand and one that doesn't have room for me. I don't know how strong I am and I keep hurting the people I care about. But mostly? The serum wasn't enough to save Bucky."

Harry looked down at the table. He knew who Bucky was, he'd been to the Smithsonian. He didn't know what it was like to lose someone you were that close to.

"I'm sorry, Steve."

"It's fine. Not your fault."

Harry got up and walked over, delicately wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. The elder's hand rested on top of Harry's. There was a comfortable silence in the air and Harry smiled. It was stupid. He'd only known the man for one night and yet... He could see himself coming home to Steve. Things would be perfect. He could settle... This feeling was a new one. Then the knock came.

"That'll be for you..."

Harry swallowed when he heard the door open. He put his hands up as instructed and let them handcuff him. His eyes never once left Steve's as he was lead out of the apartment to spend the rest of his life locked away.