She is so not okay, and he knows it from personal experience.

"They better not," Bucky snarls. He's not exactly the type who won't retaliate, after all. He watches Annie's hands, the obvious distress, probably nerve damage plus pain coursing through her as the acid eats in more, trying to reach bone. And it won't even stop there.

When the lock clicks open, he hurries, maybe faster than he should, to pull himself out of the contraption. Even after watching a friend deal with it, he's still not sure it won't go off without the timer, or after being unlocked.

While there's discomfort and a deep ache from how the prongs were inserted, he still reaches out for Annie, to offer an arm for her.

"Come on. They healed a friend of mine and myself last time. Let's go see them." Even if it'll be a bit of an agonizing walk.