Bucky's search proved pointless as apparently, yes, what little medical supplies he had must be in the bathroom. He sighed in exasperation, went back to the bedroom, throwing his uniform hat in the general direction of the dresser before also removing the jacket and tie, tossing them carelessly aside.
He still had close to no idea what to do now. He would try and tend to any minor wounds Steve had, but what happened after that? After Steve's other fights, Bucky would usually help patch him up, half-jokingly scolding him for not knowing when to back down or run, and the two would go on like nothing happened.
This time was nothing like those other times.
Bucky could already tell this would have a long-term, if not permanent, impact on Steve, however much Steve had tried to hide it. And whatever impacted Steve, impacted Bucky.
He opened a dresser drawer and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt as he searched for something for Steve to wear. All of his pants were too big for Steve. He knew Steve wouldn't go without them though, so he grabbed the smallest pair of pajama bottoms he could find and a plain undershirt, then walked back out to the living area.
He noticed the sound of the running water from the shower had stopped and walked up to the closed bathroom door.
"Steve?" he called with slight hesitation.
Bucky's stomach dropped as the seconds ticked by in dead silence before a quiet voice answered him. "Yeah?"
He silently breathed a sigh of relief. "I brought some clothes for you. They'll be big on you but..." he drifted off uncomfortably.
More seconds passed...
The door opened just enough for Steve to take the clothes from Bucky with a quiet 'thanks' before closing again.
At a loss for anything else to do, Bucky remained standing there until the door opened again as Steve exited the bathroom, change of clothes hanging loose on his small frame but remaining on him at least.
Bucky frowned as he took in the sight of Steve's reddened skin, wondering how hard his friend had scrubbed himself.
"Go sit on the couch." Bucky went into the bathroom as Steve followed his order and gingerly sat himself down. Bucky grabbed the little kit he had put together himself for whenever Steve got into another fight and went to join Steve on the couch to patch him up, just like every other time.
The two were silent as Bucky worked, Steve's eyes downcast.
This was nothing like the other times.