[It's only that expression, the queasiness and unease that show plain as day on Art's features as Bucky finally turns to face him that keep him from slamming him against the nearest tree, though it doesn't stop him from walking closer in quick steps and grabbing the front of his new clothes with a trembling force, and the only thing stronger than that is the way his eyes are blazing.]
What the hell was that? Distractin' me just so you could go ahead and kill yourself? I don't give a fuck if that's the power this place has given you, you're not doing that again. Ever.
[The words aren't quite as loud to be considered yelling, but it's a close call-- but behind the force, the unforgiving tone, it's obvious he's shaken to hell and back by what happened, something wide and afraid hiding behind the anger in his eyes.]