"Punk," Bucky mutters, but his heart isn't in it. He's irritated more than angry now, and his shoulders droop in turn with a shrug. "You're really cured? No asthma, no bad back... Heart's okay, too?" He reaches up to the spot where he punched Steve by way of an apology, rubbing at the spot.
He's not sure what to say, still too upset at the idea of how easily something could have gone wrong, how he would have lost his best friend and not even known about it.
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He's not sure what to say, still too upset at the idea of how easily something could have gone wrong, how he would have lost his best friend and not even known about it.