Bucky almost flung himself into Steve's arms, grabbing him tightly. They hadn't managed to corrupt this, at least. Having his arms around somebody else wasn't bad. He clung to Steve, putting his face into Steve's shoulder.

The tears returned in full force and he started to sob into Steve's shirt - the full-body, heaving sobs of somebody beyond controlling themself. It was hard to breathe and Bucky was choking for breath, but he couldn't help himself.

Penny sat up with a whine, obviously worried. She was already attached to Bucky, already saw him as something she needed to protect. But Steve was somebody who was protecting Bucky as well and they needed to work together.