Bucky bit back the string of foul language that wanted to flow out of his mouth when Bruce delivered that news. Then he snapped a finger. "Maryanne's truck is nextdoor." Or as next door as they were going to have for the time being anyway. There was no hiding that Steve was worrying him. He didn't move away, he simply... Well he ran his fingers through his hair. Like when they were kids, he knew far to well that Steve wasn't okay.
When he tried to sit up he settled his hands down on Steve's shoulders. "Hey. None of that. It looks like the Doc did his best at patching you up right here, you walk and you're going to undo all that hard work. If I gotta carry you, I'll carry you. It wouldn't be the first time."