[ Was it helping? He chuckles to himself softly at the thought. The constant nightmares and the tangled bundle of blankets haphazardly shoved into his closet would say otherwise.

Bucky didn't like lying to Steve, but it came to him easily at this point. No, he wasn't tired after working a double down at the docks. Of course he'd enlisted, it wasn't like he was drafted or anything. He was fine after Azzano, really. Nothing happened. He's fine. It's fine.

It never felt good. ]

Eh, it's alright. [ And at that, he flashes him a toothy grin. ] I say what they want to hear and Doc only rides my ass a little bit. [ and, without missing a beat, he pushes himself away from the counter, walking over to the fridge. ] Are you thirsty? I'm thirsty.