[Spam for Steve]

[Bucky is exhausted. He hadn't slept much in port, he's filthy and sore even if he's not actually hurt beyond a few scrapes and bruises, and so after clicking on his comm long enough to make sure Helena and Morgana made it back, too, it's almost hard to force himself up and out of his room.

Almost, but at the same time, it isn't at all, because he's spent the last ninety six hours or so worrying about Steve and trying not to, and the last seventy two or so hours actively looking for him without anything close to success, and he just feels like he's been run over by a tank. Nearing the end, he'd heard Zola's voice so clearly, it's like he'd been standing right there, and he still feels tense and on edge and miserable. He's never found it easy to just sit around when grappling with this, and God knows he really wishes he never had to think about this again.

So he doesn't even bother to change out of his Commandos uniform or ditch his weapons before he's out in the hallway looking for Steve, heading for his friend's room. He's slower on the stairs than he should be, but his eyes are alert and he doesn't look as bad off as he could be, so it's probably best to focus on that.]

[Private to Helena and Morgana]

You alright?

["Are you back on the ship?" is what he really means, and he sounds just as worn out and hollow as he had in the last couple hours before they'd come back, but at least some of the wariness is gone. The threat of being attacked is marginally slimmer here.]

[Friends Filter*]

[This comes later - maybe a day or so after port ended - because he'd needed to sleep and eat something that wasn't D-rations or Power Bars, so he sounds a little less flat and worn out.]

How'd everyone make out?

[Private to Scott]

[Scott deserves a second message though]

Kid, you'd better be packing an inhaler next time we head out for something like that. [Read: you scared the hell out of me.]

[ooc: If you think your character should be on the friends filter, they are!]