You're welcome. [It comes out simply enough, but he means he'd do it again, that he doesn't regret it, even if it wasn't an easy thing to do. Except it also kind of was.

Bucky's quiet for a moment as he peels his orange, hanging onto the peel instead of pitching it over the side or something. It's good to have his hands occupied while he tries to figure out what to say, how much to reveal next.]

Don't tell Steve. [Please is silently tacked on to the end of the request, and when he glances over at her, his expression's both composed and slightly vulnerable.]

He doesn't know- [Well, that's not explicitly true, and he feels like he should explain, or clarify, but at the same time he really, really doesn't want to, because saying he doesn't know what they did to me or about the torture on the other Barge would make both seem a lot more real and terrifying.

Bucky winds up clearing his throat instead, glancing back out at the stars.] I've never really said what happened, and I don't want him to worry.