"No, but you're clearly insane," replies Bucky, pressing forefinger and thumb to the inside corners of his eyes, trying to wipe away the residual sleep. He's not gotten much of it lately, Natasha's absence most keenly felt at night when there's no one to help chase away the nightmares. He runs himself ragged instead, hoping that if he's exhausted enough, he'll earn the dreamless sleep he craves.

It says something for his trust of Steve that despite lingering doubts for his friend's sanity, there's no question Bucky'll follow. He eyes the two packs.

"For how long?"