[Bucky listens, and it's good to hear, really. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little concerned that his friend was too busy running himself into the ground to get anything accomplished, even if he really only seems to talk about the future in reference to, you know. SHIELD. Work. Nothing else.

Not that he's really surprised about that, honestly. If things were different, he'd probably have felt the same way. Work's the only thing that really makes sense to him anymore.

But he still pushes, smirking with vague frustration, because that's not what he meant, buddy.]

I meant now, Steve.

[As in on the Barge, dealing with all of this. He's starting to feel like he's wearing his friend out.]

You look like shit. [Which is sort of a pot, kettle moment here, because Bucky looks pretty worn out, too.]

Not that I'm not happy for you, but... [He trails off, intending to leave it there, before realizing something Steve mentioned offhandedly might be worth revisiting.

So have a concerned look leveled your way.]

Were you worried the serum would stop working?