It happens. Mine do too - sometimes I'm not used to how much bigger I am.

[ He's achingly careful as he draws Bucky out, and once he's free of the space, he shrugs off his leather jacket, offering it out to the younger boy with a rueful little smile. It's not real clothing, sure, but he remembers all the times he'd wanted to wear Bucky's jackets; maybe it goes both ways this time around. ]

Nah. Everyone was just worried about you, pal, it's not like the rest of us can crawl back there and make sure you're alright.

[ Natasha seems the most likely and he already knows from one look at her there's no way she's crawling back there. ]