"Right." His eyebrows twitch slightly but he's too busy getting all up in his face, hands hovering above his wound but not quite touching. He can feel his panic rolling around in his stomach, that hasn't changed, not even with the changes Steve has gone through. Bucky Barnes is still the guy who wants to be the first line of defence between Steve and the rest of the world.

"Considerin' you're constantly getting yourself into trouble? You're damn right I'm gonna keep doing it."

His forehead is furrowed in thought, knife tucked into his waistband suddenly. Steve is more important. "How bad is it?"