C'mon, Buck. [Sighs a little, returning that look with one of his own.]
I told you. M'not so feeble that I can't get up and move around without you holding my hand every time I try.
[But he knows Bucky's worried. And it makes him soften his face into a small pout instead.] I'm fine, now. An' I don't plan on doing anything I can't handle. Promise.