Bucky nodded. "Yeah, okay." He watched Steve but as soon as Steve's attention turned back to him his eyes dropped to the bed. "Thanks, Steve." He pulled in a deep breath then asked, "He make you happy?" He was afraid to look at Steve, to encourage that darkness inside of him.

As long as Sam made Steve happy, Bucky knew he wouldn't be able to say anything against him to Steve. Steve could more than take care of himself now, but Bucky still felt protective of him. "If he hurts you, I'll kill him."