Bucky looked between Sam and Steve then lifted his eyebrows. If Steve was talking to him, he couldn't hear it.

Sam sighed then let go of Steve's hand. He reached over and turned the glass back to a mirror. "Go in and talk to him, I'll wait out here for you."

Bucky glared when the mirror returned but sat on the bed, running his fingers over the collar around his throat. He was still himself, but the anger sitting in his gut didn't feel like his anger. It was cold, icy enough to burn whatever it touched.