Bucky didn't so much glance at her, as his eyes flicked in her direction. He could see her well enough in his peripheral vision, and it wasn't her that had him on edge.

"They're afraid of you," he said quietly. "The other soldiers. Not--not us, but the rest of the troops, who've heard what you can do." It seemed like a non-sequitur, but he brought it up for a reason. "They don't-- I didn't tell them--"

Taking a long, slow breath, steadying his heart and calming his mind just like when he was sighting down a rifle scope, Bucky continued staring straight ahead, into the darkness. "I was tortured for information," he said dully, repeating the lie he'd fed Philips and the others who'd questioned him. And then he confided in Rogue what he hadn't even told Steve. In a hushed whisper, he said, "They put fire in my veins. Thought I was gonna explode. I think... I think maybe I still will, or am. Everything's... different, now."

Zola haunted his nightmares, but it was questions about what would happen to him in the future that kept Bucky awake at night.

Across the campfire, Steve queezed his eyes shut, unconsciously biting his lip as his mind turned over what Bucky was saying, and alluding to.