brooklyn_boy

Steve opens his mouth, fully ready to argue and insist that he is fine. But Bucky's tone of voice doesn't seem to be asking for his opinions, right now. Steve just nods dumbly and moves over to the sofa, crashing down onto it. God, it feels good to sit. Steve moans lightly, the soreness of his body finally having a chance to settle and let itself be known. He closes his eyes and leans back just a little, stretching out his healing muscles. Even that hurts, now.

"I'll be fine," he answers finally. "I heal fast. Should only take...maybe a day or two. My ribs are already pretty much knitted back up.

"I think."