In that moment, just for a second, they find peace. It's just gentle breathing, and gentle touching. The whirr of the fan, the steady beating of their hearts. Bucky's slows, at least until Steve's lips find his. It beats double again, two strong and pounding pulses in his chest.

Do the same to me are his orders. He exhales, and with a knit to his brow, he ducks in and presses his lips softly to Steve's. It lasts only a second, just as long as the whisper of the one Steve's had been, before he pulls back again.

Those were his orders.