Steve had thought ahead, he realizes, unsurprised, when he sees the change of clothes lying on the couch. Bucky collects them and vanishes into the shower long enough to thoroughly scrub himself from head to toe. He towels his hair as dry as he can before borrowing a comb to run through it, looks in the mirror, and calls it good enough.

Steve's engrossed in a book when Bucky comes back out, but he sets it aside immediately and looks up. "Feeling better?"

"Lots," Bucky tells him, surprising them both with the fierceness of the single word. Steve's glance softens. "I'll bet," he says, simply, and leaves it at that. They both know that Bucky'll talk about it more when he's prepared to, another time. "You ready to go?"

Bucky eyes him suspiciously. "Go where?" Steve just grins, slings an arm around his shoulders, and leads him down the hallways until they reach the garden room. Bucky has only a moment to realize that they've set up some kind of celebration before Shuri lets out a shriek and dashes across the room to hug him fiercely.