The shield's the next to come off, though he takes more care of it than he did with his boots, setting it down on the ground so that it can sit propped up against the wall. It's followed by his belt, loaded down with the Winter Soldier's weapons, if only because he'd been stripped of those that he used as Captain America before his arrival. Left only in the bare bones of his uniform, he kneels onto the bed, peeling off one glove before he cups her face, fingers sliding up to thread through her hair.

"It didn't," he admits, as free as he ever is about his emotional state -- which is to say, not very. "Nothing to fight but shadows."