They had to break the bedroom door down, as Bucky had barricaded it from the inside. Somehow he'd managed to shatter one of the ceiling lights that ran the length of the room. He sat in the middle of the bedroom floor, staring vacantly and surrounded by shattered glass. Blood trailed down his bare chest in thick streams where he'd tried to dig the implanted arm out of his flesh with a large jagged shard. He hadn't succeeded but he'd sliced his torso and fingers raw in the attempt.
"I can't get rid of it! It won't come off!"
"Bucky, what the hell are you doing?!" Steve sprinted to him, gingerly snatching the glass out of his hands and flinging it away.
"I can't get this damned thing off of me!" Bucky clawed frantically at the metal shoulder, trying to pull it out with his fingers. Steve gently grabbed his arms and held him back as best he could while Bucky thrashed wildly, trying to get at the offending limb. It was a little like wrestling with a very squirmy tank.
"Buck, come one, stay with me buddy-"
"This thing is part of HIM. I don't want it! It's soaked with blood, Steve… Soaked with blood..." His eyes were glazed and darting. He was hallucinating again….
"Bucky, please-" Don't do this again. Don't go where I can't follow you.
"Nap time, big guy." This time it was Sam who mercifully appeared with a syringe.
Bucky slumped over with a shiver as the strong sedative took him over, eyes rolling back in his head. He was still muttering incoherently as Steve lifted him in a fireman's carry and set him, limp and unresponsive, back into bed. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
Bucky had seemed fine this morning, calmly reading one of the books Steve 'had to' read to catch up to the new century when he left. And now… this.
Natasha and Sam quietly went to find a broom and the apartment's extensive first aid kit. Steve sat beside the bed, face in his hands, and tried to calm down.
"It could be worse."
Tony stood in the doorway when he looked up.
"How could it be worse?"
"Next time, he might not stop at the arm."
"That's real comforting, thanks Tony."
"Kid, I room with Banner. I know 'danger to myself and others' when I see it."