Bucky doesn't need to ask. He glances at Bruce and cups the air around Bucky's elbow. "Can you go and find your friend for us? We'll be right there." Bruce is pretty safe here. Steve can smell it on him, that ability to take good care of himself. He's not a person to protect, but maybe to learn from. His control smells so very strong, a comfort to a guy who is always right on the verge of falling off of the wagon.

At least he doesn't feel so warm anymore. At least he doesn't feel like he's stretching anymore.

A little stroll through an alien garden (that seems more like an ancient European garden than anything planned by environmentalists these days) is probably just the thing for them. "You doing all right?" he asks, half glancing at Bucky, half keeping his eyes on the beautiful fruit trees dipping and bending overhead to shade their path. "Other then the fact that we accidentally took you with us to an alien planet or other dimension or something after I doped you up...uh.. Sorry about that."