If Steve had thought Bucky couldn't break his heart any more... he'd been wrong. Just seeing him like that, shuddering at the simple touch and babbling (sounding terrified) in Russian was enough to make him pull his hand back, stepping away from the bed. "Oh - " he said, starting to feel his own mind shut down as the adrenaline from that scuffle started to fade. God, he was trying so hard, but he was just coming up against a brick wall time and time again. He wasn't sure how to help Bucky, but he was pretty sure that whatever he was doing... it wasn't helping.

Stark was looking at the figure on the bed, too, but with a look in his eyes that said he was already running through equations and calculations and ideas. "I'll be back later," he said absently, though he did come back to himself long enough to look at Steve and Sam. "If you two think you can stay out of trouble for a while."