Bucky looked skeptical. "You sure about that? I mean, based on science? Because Steve's the most determined, hardheaded son of a bitch I've ever known."
"Don't talk about my mom like that," Steve muttered. He had company at his bedside an instant later. Bucky was bare to the waist, wearing a pair of swim trunks. Without his shirt, Steve could see the scarring on his chest and shoulder where the metal arm had been attached. It hurt to look at.
"Hey, punk," Barnes said, grinning a bit. "You scared the hell out of me, you know."
Steve felt week, but he still have his best friend a tired grin. "Jerk. You're not getting rid of me that easy." Then he looked back at Jane. "Hi. Are you okay?" He was looking for any signs of the bruising that had lingered on her before. "She got away. The Missy. Got away."
Hell, he felt weak. Why did he feel so weak?
Bucky put a hand on his forehead. "Take it easy, Steve. You've still got some broken bones healing. Not to mention a hole in your ribcage."