"You're... glad," echoes Bucky, quietly, the word awkward in his mouth. He understands, on an intellectual level, that Steve means that he's happy Bucky's alive, of course, but in context, it has a slightly different meaning. Because what Steve isn't saying is too important to ignore; Bucky jerks back from under the weight of Steve's hand, the movement almost skittish, like a feral cat cornered in an alley. His gaze turns uncertain.

"The last time you saw me before you showed up here, I tried to kill you. And I'm not flattering myself when I say I nearly did."