At the scream Bucky had set the box down and leapt into the truck in a quick motion, barely keeping himself from drawing his gun. He looked down and saw L.L. sitting up. He shifted the boxes so she could get up easier before his hand reached out to ensure she was okay.
"You okay?" he asked, the worry in his voice. She seemed okay but there was a chance she was going to be sore tomorrow from those boxes.