[The words Steve doesn't say ring clear as day in Bucky's ears, and it doesn't matter that they go unsaid this time - he knows it, knows it as well as his bones, that come another time like this, Steve will throw himself into it without a care for himself, his life.
Without a care for what it'd do to him if he had to watch him die.]
Now, don't go vyin' for sympathy points, you ain't gettin' them. Concussion? Like hell you got one. [Your insane healing would make sure anything coming from him would be gone in a few hours, at most. No ordinary guy is a match for you, you know it. He knows it. Only, it's the ordinary part he's refusing to rethink.]
... C'mon. [A sigh.] Let's go get you somethin' to eat.