They always say, 'Your first kill is the hardest', those men's faces were just added to the library he's formed in the back of his head and will continue to be haunted by their faces. It gets easier to deal with the longer he does it but that doesn't mean he doesn't have some rush of emotions or a breakdown when he reaches a certain point.

"You sure?" He raises a brow, suspecting she's still in shock, almost not believing that everything was fine. He wouldn't blame her for having some sort of emotional breakdown to what she'd experienced.

"Just a few scrapes and a few bruises. Nothing that won't heal in a day or two." Dialing down the severity of his wounds. Most actually were scrapes and bruises but he didn't tell her about the deep knife slashes that caught him when dodging other hits or the bullet grazes. He's taken a habit of carrying a first aid kit with him when he can, proficient enough with handling his own wounds. Bucky tried not to worry her about himself when he was more worried about her know.

She shouldn't blame herself for any injury that he takes, he already accepted it as a mere part of the job. He turns his body to face her, "You didn't get hit, did you?" he's sure he would have known if she was but with all the enemies attention on him at the time, he wasn't sure if she was really okay.