"Don't thank me." That feels weird, like a transaction. He never wanted things to be so cold between them and yet here they were. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Does Tony want Bucky to get better? If he's even Bucky anymore. If he even can be, is that even remotely something he's okay with?

Probably not. But this is already out of his hands and spiralling so fast. "I've got your back." It's all he can say that's true, pulling a strange pair of glasses out of his jacket pocket and putting them on. He hopes he won't need the weapon he'd brought; he always hopes. Seldom does it ever work out that way however.