[The return hug is just as tight. Sans the effort not to break bones, that's not Bucky's default power setting, after all. Then he straightens up, eyes searching the familiar face. As per usual.]

Yeah, well. I've seen you look less pale when about to pass out.

Gee, Steve. I'm sorry. [The hurt. It's palpable, and it shouldn't... Steve's had enough of that. It should never have been him causing it. Bucky clears his throat.]

Did you get him, at least? Zola?