Steve bolted upright the instant JARVIS spoke; he's not sore like Sam is, but he was enjoying the sleep and he'd dozed off a little more heavily than he anticipated.

He blinked blearily, but the instant JARVIS said Bucky was upset, he was moving. He'd managed to roll out of bed by the time Sam had started to get up; he felt bad, seeing the way Sam was wobbling and wincing, even if the other man didn't seem to mind. Steve was already looking for his clothes; if he arrives downstairs a little rumpled, well, it just can't be helped. This is important.

"Yeah - hey." He jogged over to Sam, pressing a quick, desperate kiss to his lips before heading for the door to their little suite. "I'll see you in a bit."

Then he was running, full-scale, for the cell.