Steve hadn't let go of Bucky's hand - though of course that would change if the situation did. Thankfully, it hadn't - there had been no threats, and he was simply leaning back in the chair, practicing sketching with his left hand (which was... an interesting exercise, because he was not left-handed).

He glanced up as the president came into the room, body clearly at the ready to do something if she was an enemy, but she wasn't, so he relaxed. "He's doing okay. Sleeping pretty soundly. I'm sure he needs it." Recovering took a lot of energy, and that took a lot of sleep. "I'm guessing he'll be pretty hungry when he wakes up." He smiled sympathetically - "How did the press take things?" Hopefully they hadn't been too hard on her.