[ It's killing him, hearing him talk like this. It's this weird contrast between the Bucky he knew and the Bucky he knows, unsettling down to his bones. ]

Can't keep us safe if I'm small like you.

[ He can't imagine what'd happen if he got shifted to a kid again. Being stuck sick again makes him nearly recoil physically at the idea of it, nauseated. ]

We're gonna put you in a real bed, though. Not the - [ and he does his best to keep his voice from choking: ] Not in the freezer. Pillows and blankets, the whole nine.