Bucky smiled. "I just hope I'm waterproof." He gestured to his arm.

Sam was coming back into the room and stopped dead at the sight of Steve and Bucky on the bed together, holding hands, Bucky with his head on Steve's shoulder.

He should have been able to guess, really. He walked over to the intercom and pressed on the button. "Steve, can we talk?" He stepped back, arms folded over his chest.

Bucky jumped when he heard Sam's voice and looked up. He pulled away from Steve and turned his attention to his lap. "You should go talk to him."