[Bucky doesn't even bother to hide that long sigh when Steve dabs his cheeks and down his throat with the damp sponge; it feels great, soothing, this side of a little too cold but it doesn't hit as bad as throwing all the blankets off. Leaving the compress over his eyes, Bucky lets his hand drop to his chest]

You and me both. Got some unfinished business with HYDRA, no way in hell am I letting a cold take me out before then.