[Steve tries to keep as light a hand on this whole thing as possible, for pretty much all the same reasons Bucky's thinking of. Yeah, he knows what it's like, when their positions are reversed, and he also knows how much Bucky hates that their positions are reversed. He's not going to rub it in, or make Bucky feel like an invalid, but he is going to do just enough to make sure that Bucky doesn't hurt himself more, that he gets to recovering sooner rather than later.
And the thing is... he's honestly not sure how Bucky's feeling. Pain, yeah - but how much? He knows what that file the Black Widow got him said, but he also knows HYDRA didn't exactly run any tests to find out how quickly their version of a super soldier burned through something so inconsequential as painkillers. He also doesn't know how much Bucky's metabolism is really different, right here and now, and how much of it changed after HYDRA got their hands on him again. It feels like it's killing him, quite frankly, not to ask how Bucky's really doing, to tell him that if he needs more medication, Steve understands - but he doesn't. He can't. Not without opening a can of worms he swore to himself would stay sealed.
All he can do is hope that Bucky might, just might, say something. If he needs to. But he knows Bucky. He's not really banking on that fact.
It only takes another second or two for him to realize what woke him. Bucky's talking - well, mumbling, really, but Steve can make it out, and it's not exactly the stuff of pleasant dreams. And just as Steve starts moving, worried that Bucky's going to start thrashing around, he does - and Steve's over by the bed in a flash, touching Bucky's right shoulder, shaking him gently, not wanting to make him feel threatened, but wanting to wake him up out of it before he really hurts himself.
Besides, he shouldn't have to suffer through a nightmare any longer.] Buck - Bucky. Wake up, buddy.
[He's close enough that he might get clocked, if Bucky keeps thrashing, but it's not like that really matters.]
Spam and it still didn't let me use the right one weeeeird
And the thing is... he's honestly not sure how Bucky's feeling. Pain, yeah - but how much? He knows what that file the Black Widow got him said, but he also knows HYDRA didn't exactly run any tests to find out how quickly their version of a super soldier burned through something so inconsequential as painkillers. He also doesn't know how much Bucky's metabolism is really different, right here and now, and how much of it changed after HYDRA got their hands on him again. It feels like it's killing him, quite frankly, not to ask how Bucky's really doing, to tell him that if he needs more medication, Steve understands - but he doesn't. He can't. Not without opening a can of worms he swore to himself would stay sealed.
All he can do is hope that Bucky might, just might, say something. If he needs to. But he knows Bucky. He's not really banking on that fact.
It only takes another second or two for him to realize what woke him. Bucky's talking - well, mumbling, really, but Steve can make it out, and it's not exactly the stuff of pleasant dreams. And just as Steve starts moving, worried that Bucky's going to start thrashing around, he does - and Steve's over by the bed in a flash, touching Bucky's right shoulder, shaking him gently, not wanting to make him feel threatened, but wanting to wake him up out of it before he really hurts himself.
Besides, he shouldn't have to suffer through a nightmare any longer.] Buck - Bucky. Wake up, buddy.
[He's close enough that he might get clocked, if Bucky keeps thrashing, but it's not like that really matters.]