[Bucky hisses faintly at the friction of fabric over the burn (he hates burns), but then her fingers find his pulse and, crap, his skin shouldn't be so sensitive, but it feels good. Real good.]

[His eyes stay riveted to hers for a long moment - it would have been longer, but, after a moment, he sways, a light-headed feeling making him precariously close to losing balance.]

[He tries for a deep breath (it also hurts, dammit).]

That... will probably be a good idea.

[Eyes torn away to look for a place to sit - the ground would work, if that's too far - he moists his lips. And tries to distract himself from the confusion still going on inside his body - and mind.]

Did I mention already that you're amazing? I mean, that was something. Amazing.

[Ah, there. A table. He can get to it. Slowly. No toppling. He's done enough of that in front of her already, hasn't he?]