Bucky let the water wash over him. It took the blood and the grime and the sweat, and whatever stench of HYDRA was on him (not that he could ever fully rid himself of that). He didn't do much, beyond standing there, with his eyes closed. Carded his fingers through his hair, once or twice, as it matted itself to his scalp and his neck.

Of course, the one issue with closing his eyes was all the images. The fake shrink on the other side of the glass, the fight at the airport, Tony's face watching the video, the blinding white of the blast.

He could only stand it for so long before he had to open his eyes and stare at the wall, instead.

It wasn't long after that that he turned the water off, and began to towel off. Awkwardly, like he was going to be doing a lot of stuff in the near future.