Steve doesn't realize he's leaning away from the desk and its contents until Peter opens the office door. He subsides, looking at neither of them, until the door shuts without Peter having said a word - but Steve can see the man's shadow on the glass. Peter isn't even trying to be subtle about his presence any more, clearly.

Deep breaths. Steadying breaths. Trying very hard not to think about the artwork, the man who could be Bucky given ten more years and a little creative license. Steve leans forward dragging his hands through his hair. He has to compose himself. He has to calm down. But he can't figure out how to do it.