Steve simply arched an eyebrow calmly at her, shaking his head. He wasn't going any where. "I'm not leaving you. I've died once before, I'm ready to do it again," he said, looking skywards. He was still trying to find some way out of this. He couldn't just leave. This was Washington D.C.. If it fell then that was it.
"Please try for me, Wanda. Just try, and then you can go. But I'm not leaving."