Out of the shower and examining the still raw gashes on his thigh and shoulder, Bucky knew he'd gotten off easy. If that grenade had hit him dead center instead of just knocking him into next week, he'd be dead.
As it was, even with the super soldier serum, the injuries had been severe enough he'd need a couple more days to finish healing.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.
"Buck?"
"Yeah, gimme a minute." Bucky looked down at the discarded, filthy clothes on the floor and sighed. "Hey, Stevie, can I borrow a pair of pants?"