Jesus, coming from a guy who just came back to life after having his chest pierced, really was not the first word that ought to have been uttered. Not that Steve was looking for divinity here. He pressed a hand to his mouth, momentarily tasting blood that was not his own, as Bucky pulled himself up. He had to be nuts. This stuff just didn't happen. People did not just breathe after they had bled out!

"H-How...?" If he was dreaming or if his mind had broken, he hoped he stayed just like this. Maybe it was selfish, but for a guy who was never selfish, exceptions had to be made from time to time.

He swallowed and moved a little closer, sliding in the blood. Blood soaked into his pants.

"No. Don't care. Just be real."