Bucky shakes his head with a little smile playing at his lips. "I'm still standing, aren't I?"

Sure, it had been pretty grueling, but Bucky imagines that he and Steve had an easier time of it than most people. The cold is real, but the fear of losing limbs is a lower priority. He'd been more focused on keeping everyone else going safely.

"What do you make of all of this stuff, anyway?" Because if there's anyone whose judgment he trusts, it's Steve's, especially after what Steve just did for him. There's a loyalty there that runs through him and even when he's unsure how Steve sees him, he knows how he sees Steve.

"The Natha and this business with them sending us here, I mean."