They flick to the side a couple of times before Bucky resolutely makes himself stay focused on his hands. Yen, eleven, twelve...

He's listening, breathing and slowly but surely that is starting to calm down. That might be a hitch now and again when the memory of the robot orbs spikes but the progress is inevitably moving towards Bucky calming down.

Don't think. Don't think. Like when he was waiting for the target, his sniper rifle in his hands and his only focus was on what he was to do. Nothing else mattered, so push it all out of mind.