The sound of Bucky's voice fills Steve with relief. He doesn't know why. He'd already heard Bucky, but somehow it doesn't seem real until he hears his name on Bucky's lips. He slouches a little against the wall, relaxing minutely on the cold floor.

"I'm fine." He isn't even lying. All he's got is a few scrapes and bruises and most of them are self-inflicted from hitting the other men himself. He wouldn't mind being able to bandage his scraped up knuckles, but he'll survive. It's easier to be worried about Bucky, who'd been surrounded by guys at one point and had taken a few drops and blows from what Steve could tell. Not to mention whatever else could have happened between then and now.

"Are you? Okay, I mean." He doesn't know what he'll do if Bucky isn't, if Steve hadn't done enough to keep him safe. He has to think Bucky would have done the same for him, regardless of what he'd said when they met. Bucky's a decent person. Steve knows that.