Bucky sucked a nervous breath in through his teeth. "I've got it..." He started to push himself off, wanting distance from the trailing pack of guards that seemed determined to follow him even here.

He stopped outside his bedroom door and said, quietly, "I don't want to be alone..." He looked up at Steve then brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing the back slightly. "I don't want to be trapped in a nightmare..."

He turned to look at the little crowd and said, trying to just sound tired and not panicked, "Can you guys leave, or something? You're worried, I get it, but I'm a big boy." He glared but none of them moved.

Bucky turned back to look into his room. It was so familiar - nothing had changed, except it had been picked up and organized.

He wondered, distantly, if they'd found his weed. If not, he really needed some to calm down, no matter what the doctors said about his medication.

Tapping his fingers on his leg he waited for Steve to clear the room before he could go in.