Steve still isn't entirely sure how - or how fast - it came back, and Winter seems... well. If he doesn't want to be called Bucky, then Steve isn't going to push. It's not his decision. It's Winter's. So he's certainly not going to push in any other areas, either, unless it seems actively detrimental to the man.

Steve glances carefully at Winter, almost more out of the corner of his eye, because he's afraid to take his eyes fully off the path that - thank god - seems to still be under their feet. "I think we'd better keep our eyes on it," he says out loud, and his fingers don't loosen in the least in their grip around Winter's arm. It's a little weaker than it once was, even as a regular Joe; the burn scars robbed him of a little feeling, a little strength, but he manages just fine. And nothing could make him let go now. "And a grip on each other," he adds, carefully pocketing the compass, again without tearing his eyes away from the path.