Bucky has gone catatonic again.

Steve sits on the edge of his bed, helpless. Bucky stares through him, his lips forming silent, frantic words in what Steve guesses must be Russian. He sets a hand on Bucky's shoulder, though he knows it won't help, and tries to remember that his friend is still in there. Bucky shudders a few minutes later, knocking the hand away, but nothing else changes.

Four hours pass, and Bucky hasn't moved. He barely blinks, barely breathes. Just stares into the dark, empty room - glassy eyes wide.

Steve finds himself almost longing for the Bucky who'd kicked him through a coffee-table the night before. That version had been angry and violent…. and Steve is still smarting from where the splintered wood caught his shoulder… but at least it had been Bucky. This version just reminds him of a corpse.