By the time Bucky had pulled back and noticed he was bleeding too, Steve had started to laugh. A weary, relieved sound of agreement with Bucky's assessment. He pinched his own nose, pushing himself up into a sitting position with his other hand before clasping Bucky's shoulder with it. He was still breathing hard, but slowly getting himself under control.
"I thought... I thought it kept me, as punishment," he said softly, looking around at the walls and decorations. He was sure whatever entity was watching them getting its desired entity. He squeezed Bucky's shoulder.
Still, it was good to see his friend. Steve tried to suppress what was left of the adrenaline coursing through his system. That was it. He was done trying to find a way out of his Hotel. Earth could handle itself, it had plenty of heroes left. This was a better place for Bucky to be, and that made it the best place for Steve, too.
"So... what do you think this week's gonna be about?" he asked casually, letting out a sigh and then leaning back against the wall wearily.