Steve had a substitute for the shield, provided by T'Challa and it was good, it had worked but it wasn't his. He'd missed it, but it wasn't his anymore and coming to accept that had been important.
As important as just trying not to think about it then.
"Well it's been a long time since I stood still," Steve reminded him. Living on the run meant moving and Natasha never liked to stay in one place for long. At least he'd been able to visit Bucky, to enjoy some time together and for Steve to have a chance to breathe.
It was strange actually, being there and while the grief over that had come before almost consumed him at times, he liked it. It was simple and maybe they needed a little bit simple.