Steve almost wasn't prepared for the force with which Bucky threw himself at him - not that he couldn't handle it, though, and he stayed steady as a rock as Bucky squeezed him tightly. He didn't mind if he hid his face against his shoulder... hell, he didn't mind if Bucky cried and made a mess of his shirt, except for the fact that Bucky felt like he was only half-crying, and half-panicking. Even Penny the dog looked worried - she sounded it, for sure.

"Bucky," he murmured softly, moving to carefully put one hand on the other's back, palm flat, and without much force so Bucky knew he could get away, if he wanted to. "Bucky, it's okay. You're okay here. You're safe. That's what I'm here for - me and Penny."