"Thank you," he murmurs. For this, and more; for all of it. For everything.

The rest of the trip takes place in quiet, for the most part. It turns out that the headquarters of the Wakandan delegation are located in a historic building not too far from the Center. Bucky wonders idly if they'd always been there or if this was new since Vienna, and can't tell. The building is marked with signs of mourning for King T'Chaka, and he feels a stab of guilt, whether or not it makes sense for him to.

They're escorted into what's essentially a luxury apartment and given strict instructions that he's to not attempt to go anywhere without informing his security detail, then he and Steve are left alone. Bucky searches the apartment and finds his backpack resting beside the bed, unopened and untouched. He trades a look with Steve, who'd followed him, and nods.

Eventually Steve has to go back. They don't know enough yet about what's going to happen next, how any of this will proceed, but he's got to bring the others up to speed. Bucky will stay here and wait for what comes next.

Whatever that is.