[The fact that Bucky doesn't protest tells him a lot; but it's also kind of good, just at the moment, because Steve's not really in the mood for arguing over fine vs. really not. He doesn't care if Bucky just sits - sitting is still better than standing, and that's what matters. Although from the look of him - and the laundry list Bucky gives him a second later - lying down is going to be the better option. Lying down for a nice, long while.

Steve's already thinking that's going to be a challenge. But it's one he'll deal with when he has to, and not before.

He just nods, when Bucky seems to have listed everything - and lets out a little burst of laughter, feeling a little sheepish, actually, at that other remark - and sounding it, too.] Yeah, it kind of did. I'm betting you're still crap at art, though. [And Bucky's gotten Steve out of scrapes, even after the procedure. There have been times when he would have been an easy target, if Bucky hadn't been looking out for him, through that spotter's scope. He knows it, too.

Steve gets him over to the bed, tries to provide something steady so Bucky can get himself onto it, whether he wants to sit or lie down. Then he smiles wryly, pointing under both his own eyes.] You've got a matched pair, buddy. I might have to smuggle you up a steak or two.