The door opened and Steve came in.
Bucky stood, a little too quickly. He wavered, almost falling back onto the bed before recovering his balance. He gave Steve a little nod.
"Hey, Stevie."
Tears in his eyes, Steve rushed across the room and grabbed Bucky in a hard hug.
Bucky managed not to cry out, the hug hurt his shoulder like a son-of-a-bitch, but his quickly indrawn breath alerted Steve and the big man drew back slightly, looking Bucky over anxiously.
"What's wrong? Are you injured?"
"Turns out some cops shoot really well." Bucky shrugged his not-hurting-like-hell shoulder. "Not important."