As Steve's sharp eyes quickly picked out Bucky and Rogue, there was the barest hitch in his footsteps; Bucky was leaning closer to Rogue now, and smiling softly at her. Steve moved back over to the fire, chewing on the inside of his lip.

Bucky glanced over at him, and his eyes were unreadable. "You okay?" he called over softly.

Sighing softly, Steve nodded. "I don't sleep much, anymore. Don't need to. That's all."

Bucky watched him for a moment longer, and it took all of Steve's self-control not to fidget like a naughty choir boy under his best friend's searching gaze. He forced himself to keep eye contact though, and finally Bucky nodded. He turned to Rogue and Steve heard him murmur, "You should try to get some sleep. We'll be moving out come dawn."

Moving over to his spot by Steve, Bucky patted the back of his shoulder as he passed and whispered, "Stop being weird."