It had been a long few months, but in a lot of ways, Bucky didn't mind it. He got to care care of Steve with minimal fussing from the other man, and they got to spend a lot of time together without much interruption.
He'd done his best not to worry too much, and thought he'd done an alright time of it most days, but he knew Steve was tired of being sick.
He was sitting on the couch, folding laundry in just a pair of boxers and low-cut jeans because he'd thrown his shirt in with the last load and hadn't bothered to replace it. Steve's visit to the doctor was on the back of his mind but nothing but good news had come from the past few visits and Steve had really wanted to go on his own.
He looked up when he heard the door open, "How'd it go?" He called out in the direction Steve would be coming from.