Feeling shaky and ashamed, Bucky let Steve help him up. On his feet and feeling steadier, he faced his friend. "Stevie, I'm –"
"Don't tell me you're sorry again, Buck," Steve interrupted. "You've got nothing to be sorry for."
"Steve, I tried to kill you!"
Steve shrugged. "You should've seen me when I first got out of the ice. I was a mess. And I didn't have those Hydra bastards screwing with my brain for seventy years."
Bucky nodded, unconvinced, then a small noise caught his attention, and he stiffened, looking frantically around. "Where's Ali? Jesus, did I hurt Ali?"