"Okay," Bucky said. He took the bowl from her carefully, with as good a grip as his one hand would allow. Meant he had no hands left to hold on to the towel with, so he would just have to trust he'd done a good enough job tucking it into itself that it would hold.

It was such a ridiculously mundane thing to worry about that he might have laughed had he had the energy.

But as it was, he nodded, then turned - also carefully - to head down the hallway.