You just like to hang out on the street, on the ground? [He has to pause in the middle of the sentence as a fit of harsh coughs overtake him, wracking his body with painful force. It's getting harder and harder to pretend he too isn't sick. Barnes is good at hiding most of the signs, but he's pale, and Bucky can tell he's moving slower, too.] How are you sick anyway? I thought you had some kinda healing factor in that serum.

Seriously, Steve's not home and I have half a pharmacy in this bag. Maybe we can get ourselves the fuck over this.