Bucky's arm wrapped around Steve reflexively, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Let 'em come," the brunette said, offering his hand down to someone he already considered a new friend. "I need the practice. It's been a while since I was in a good scrape. C'mon, let's get you dusted off."

Moment by moment, he was calming down, even able to smile by the time he was offering a hand up. "My name's Bucky Barnes. This is Steve Rogers. How about you?"