He wouldn't find an empty room, Bucky would be inside hooked up to machines and seemingly asleep. He didn't look too good, pale and his hair was clumped in greasy sections as if it hadn't been washed in a little while.

But even if Bucky was asleep, Tony would find his number one enemy sitting in a chair beside the bed awake and ready to rumble. He had been sketching, a pad loosely resting on his knees and a pencil still in his hand, but he'd stopped when the door opened and his expression shifted into a scowl.

...and then out of a scowl into a rictus polite smile, because he'd promised Bucky to at least try and be civil for a little while.

"Mr. Stark, something I can help you with?"