[Steve can't hide the way he tenses at the first bit of information - or the way he relaxes just a hair at the second admission. He doesn't want Bucky to die, doesn't even want to entertain the notion. And the death toll has never sat well with him, for a hundred different reasons, but... it is a safety net. And he'll take anything he can get, at this point, because he can't be there watching Bucky's back and it doesn't sound like this Other Steve, whoever he is, will be doing it, either.]

He'll be fine.

[Although whether he's telling Bucky, or himself, isn't really clear.

He sits back, looking generally unhappy and still not feeling all that hungry, despite the fact that actual breakfast was hours ago now.] And what about you? You said you weren't interested in causing trouble, but I doubt you're the kind of guy to sit on his ass no matter where he is.

[He doesn't imagine you're going to let him in on a plan if you have one, but he'd like to steer you away from causing trouble if he can.] But I'm guessing you're not raring to get back to where you came from, either.

[So... he can't count on you for help, getting his best friend back?

The idea of which stings.]