"You're hiding in a shack in a random person's backyard, fixing your suit with pieces of my bike," Steve said. "Not my definition of handled."

He saw those tears too, now that he wasn't working on the bike and he frowned. Steve didn't like it. Now he understood why Bucky always yelled at him for pushing himself too hard.

"You're also injured," he said. "You could do it alone but you don't have to."