She nodded. "I'll make sure you get whatever we have, as soon as we get it. But I want Bucky to be your first concern. I don't want him left alone at all."

Bucky squeezed his hand and coughed a little, trying to get his mother's attention. His throat hurt, the cold stream of oxygen drying out his mouth and throat. "Mom? Drink?"

She turned. "Of course." She smiled down at her son. "Give me just a moment. She stood and President Barnes rested his hand on his stomach. "Captain Rogers here is going to be your new bodyguard. He's going to be going with you everywhere from now own, alright?"

Bucky nodded, his mother's body still blocking the face of the man whose voice sounded so familiar. "Mom, is Corey..." He looked around, hoping to catch sight of his boyfriend.

She hesitated, then shook her head. "No, he's not. We'll talk about him later, alright? Let me get you something to drink." She started to walk away and Bucky turned his attention to his new guard.

And stopped, staring. He said, weakly, "You're Captain America." He laid back, fingers clenching in the sheets. "Fuck, my childhood hero... seeing me like this..." He looked over at his left arm and shifted, wanting to pull the sheets up over his head and hide though he was too weak and in too much pain.