"Yeah, I'll do that." he mumbled, heading outside first, he needed to get his phone to talk to Tony, make sure his Bucky and the kids were okay. Maybe if he found something stable, something that hadn't changed, to hold on to he wouldn't lose himself. The phone had been covered by a dusting of snow but it wasn't bad, he was able to dry it off on his shirt and send off the message to Tony. He wanted to go back to the room but he knew he really did need a shower and to fix his nose before he could be of any help, if he could be of any help.
He found one of the rooms with a shower and some spare scrubs, close enough that he could hear if there was any commotion but far enough that he didn't think he'd cause any trouble. He went to the mirror and carefully set his nose back straight with a groan before stepping under the spray. The water killed on his shoulder but he almost felt like he needed it. There was only the generic hospital soap there but it was antiseptic and it'd due so he used that and his hands to wash away the rest of the blood and dirt.
Once clean he dried off methodically and dressed in the scrubs. They didn't quite fit right but they'd do for now. He sat on the bed, went back to his phone and finally texted Bucky, his Bucky. Hoping there would actually be someone to answer.