Steve had spend the next two weeks helping out as best he could and keeping a close watch on everyone that came and went from that hospital room. He'd eaten and slept in that room - one of the major benefits of regenerative healing was that he could go a long time without deep sleep. He'd primarily dozed on and off through the nights in the chair beside Bucky's bed, but he woke at the slightest sound (which he considered a good thing, though it didn't mean his sleep was usually particularly restful). He figured once they got back to the White House, he'd screen a small team of agents and maybe take a couple of hours to get some real sleep for himself - but for now, he was fine.
He and the president had been banished from the room with as much force as Bucky could muster, and the two of them went - although Steve stayed right by the door with one ear practically to it, ready to move on a moment's notice if something came up. He wasn't letting his guard down for anything. So he heard Bucky the instant he called, pushing open the door to stick his head through - and trying not to smile.
He slipped inside, letting the door click shut behind him and made his way over to the bed. "You'd think by now they'd manage to find a way to do this without a million wires and tubes," he murmured, trying to make Bucky smile, figuring they'd take care of the pants first. "Okay, let me help." He detangled the lines, carefully, then glanced at Bucky's face and put his hands on the waistband of the pants - on the outside of Bucky's thighs, near his hips. There was no way in hell he was going to put his hands anywhere near where those cuts were - mostly because he couldn't imagine Bucky wanted to be touched there. "Okay?" he asked quietly; if he got an affirmative, he'd start working the pants up over Bucky's hips carefully.
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Date: 2014-06-06 04:27 am (UTC)He and the president had been banished from the room with as much force as Bucky could muster, and the two of them went - although Steve stayed right by the door with one ear practically to it, ready to move on a moment's notice if something came up. He wasn't letting his guard down for anything. So he heard Bucky the instant he called, pushing open the door to stick his head through - and trying not to smile.
He slipped inside, letting the door click shut behind him and made his way over to the bed. "You'd think by now they'd manage to find a way to do this without a million wires and tubes," he murmured, trying to make Bucky smile, figuring they'd take care of the pants first. "Okay, let me help." He detangled the lines, carefully, then glanced at Bucky's face and put his hands on the waistband of the pants - on the outside of Bucky's thighs, near his hips. There was no way in hell he was going to put his hands anywhere near where those cuts were - mostly because he couldn't imagine Bucky wanted to be touched there. "Okay?" he asked quietly; if he got an affirmative, he'd start working the pants up over Bucky's hips carefully.