[Bucky was still weak, but it wasn't like he would go out of his way to say as much to Cap. He asked Bucky to help, and that was enough for him. He'd survived worse, and he was on his feet, which was better than most people. At least he didn't have any guilt to go with the illness, this time. He strapped his weapons back on, it was hard to say how much trouble he might run into, and it was part of his training to always be prepared. He was moving slowly, but moving, and his mind was clear enough it wasn't hard to get to the address.
He was smart, so he didn't draw his gun, he had the antitoxins and he was there to help, not hurt.] Hey? [Bucky had no idea who exactly he was there for. He'd run into a few people on the way there and directed them where they needed to go. At least shit was getting done.] Anyone here? I was sent by Captain America.