"That's fine," Hillary said. She moved over so she was next to him. "I've waited four days to eat, another twenty minutes won't matter."

"These are my rooms," Bucky said as he stepped out of the elevator as well. "The others hardly ever come here, except sometimes Steve and Natasha. This is the safest place I know of right now."

Steve grinned a bit. "Yeah, I'm sure," he couldn't help but tease a bit. But he did settle in with her for now.

"Alright." Liz glanced around the living area and kitchen before looking back at him. "So, what, just hang out here until you decide things have cleared up?"

Hillary snuggled up to him with a soft sigh.

"Maybe after we eat, you said you wanted to sketch, right?" she tentatively offered after a few moments. "I mean, you said nobody would walk in, and I've got bright new scales now..."

"For a little while, at least," Bucky said, nodding. "The whole tower is safe, so you don't have to stay just here, but I want to make sure it's safe enough for you to leave before you actually do." And if he hunted down whoever was hunting for her in the meantime, well, that was his business.

Steve grinned after a moment. "Well, if it's a good time for you," he agreed. "I've got all my stuff down here, so we can just settle in, maybe turn on a movie."

Liz snorted and gave him a bit of a look, clearly guessing what he intended to do. "We'll see what happens," she said, going back to her investigation of his suite.

"Now's the best time, while the scales are still new," Hillary said, nodding. She smiled, a little shyly. "Besides, I trust you, and you've already seen, anyways."

"Make yourself comfortable," Bucky said, finally setting down his things. "There's a little bit in the kitchen here, and there's a big kitchen up a few floors." He headed for the main room, already reaching over and starting to take off his arm. It felt like it needed some attention.

Steve grinned. "After dinner, then," he said, pulling her in a bit closer, because he was kind of looking forward to sketching her now. Especially with permission.

Liz watched him and rooted around for a few minutes in her own bag before she pulled out her pocket toolkit. She plopped down next to him and held out a hand wordlessly for his arm.

"Sounds like a plan," Hillary said, snuggling closer. She sighed again, content. "You're warm."

Bucky was confused for a split second, and then slowly handed it to her. He wasn't about to argue, not when she could probably look after it better than he could on his own. He ruthlessly squashed the paranoia bubbling up in the back of his mind, a remnant of the Winter Soldier training that told him that he was never supposed to give the arm to anyone but his handlers. He knew he could trust Liz with it.

Steve smiled. "I tend to run warm," he said. "Side effect of the serum. Before the serum, the only time I was this warm was if I had a fever."

Liz took the arm and started tinkering with it, occasionally testing it to work as efficiently as she could get it to. She was quite content to work for a while in the quiet with him.

"Well, whatever the reason, it's good for me," Hillary said, closing her eyes and laying her head against his shoulder. "Fair warning, you're my new personal heater." She grinned teasingly.

Bucky was perfectly fine with the quiet as well. While she was engrossed in the tinkering, he slipped off to go get cleaned up. Somewhere between putting on sweats and making the decision to go back out into the main room, he fell asleep.

Steve grinned. "I'm okay with that," he said. "Perfectly fine by me." He just got comfortable with her until their food arrived.

Alissa noticed when he fell asleep, but she didn't bother him, just working on the arm for a while and letting him get the sleep he clearly needed.

"Good." Hillary stayed there, perfectly comfortable, until the food arrived. When it did, she found herself genuinely torn between staying there with Steve and eating her dinner as fast as she could shove it in her mouth.

Bucky slept hard, not even stirring as Liz moved about and tinkered with the arm. Three straight days of watch duty had finally caught up with him.

Steve had to get up to get the food, but he brought it straight back to her. He'd gotten her a very large steak, cooked but not very much.

"There, food for you." He grinned, rather teasingly.

"You're a godsend," Hillary said as she accepted the plate. Now that she had food in front of her, she was ravenous.

Steve grinned and chuckled, shaking his head a bit and letting her eat in peace. He had his own dinner too, after all.

Hillary ate her meal faster than she really intended, but she still sighed contentedly and set her plate aside once she was done. Now she felt better; her scales were comfortable again, she had a good meal, and she was with Steve. All was right in her world.

Steve was perfectly happy to settle in for a bit and sketch her. After all, they were fine in the tower, and she looked pretty content.

Hillary noticed him sketching and turned a bit pink.

"Hold on," she said, getting up. "Let me go and change first." Hey, she did promise he could sketch her properly, after all.

"If you want, I don't mind," Steve said with a smile. "I'll sketch you however you are." He didn't move to stop her, though.

Leaning over, Hillary kissed his cheek.

"I know you're looking forward to it, though," she said. She grinned a bit. "Can't hide that from me."

Steve shrugged. "Well, you did tempt me with shiny new scales," he reminded her with a little grin.

"I know I did," Hillary replied. "So I'm going to go get comfortable and then come back out and settle in with you so you can do your thing."

Steve chuckled and nodded, flipping to a clean page for the next sketch. He didn't mind waiting a bit.

Hillary went into the next room to change. She put on a light tank, and then changed as far as she could. Then, once she was comfortable in her other form, she made her way back out to Steve.

"Better?" she asked him as she moved back to the couch. She curled up next to him as much as she could, but five or six feet of her tail still trailed on the floor.

"Better," Steve agreed, grinning as he started sketching again. "Go ahead and turn on a movie so you won't be too bored."

"Mmm, maybe," Hillary said, leaning against him a little. "I think I'm good for a little while, just like this." She closed her eyes.