When Bucky got into the pool, the water began to bubble around him. Jets opened up, spraying at his arm. When he lifted it, startled, the jets settled down. Tentatively, he lowered it again. The jets kicked up. He looked at Jane. "Your ship is weird," he said.
The lights dimmed slightly.
Steve tried not to smirk. "I think you hurt its feelings, Buck."
Bucky looked up. And sighed. "Not that I'm not grateful," he added. He shifted his arm, testing the range. "Feels better." After a long moment, he murmured, "Thanks."