[It's all wrong. Not just this underground city or those blobs that nearly cornered him on the street. It's the way Bucky backs away from - hell, he could almost never walk away from Steve at all without coming back for a hug. It's the look on his face, like he thinks Steve might hurt him or something. It's wrong on so many levels.

He forces himself to take a breath, as much for Bucky's sake as for his own, trying to make that uncomfortable tightness in his chest go away.]

You're Bucky. Don't you know that? [Steve tries to make his voice calmer, makes his next step in his direction slower.]

Do you have a sore throat or something? [Bucky's voice sounds different. Rough. It gives Steve a little hope, even if it's not enough.] Is that why you're keeping your distance? Buck, c'mon. It's not a big deal, if it's not one thing it's gonna be another anyway.