[Bucky grins, he can't really resist Steve in good cheer. And the light of the bonfires... There've been a few nights back with the commandos when they weren't hiding. He can almost think himself back there.]

I'm not very fond of the constant dark. Last place I was that had no windows... well. You got there and it got blown up. Other than that - I'm here, breathing and talking and such, and you're here, and whatever the threat is, it ain't here, yet, so... it's good. I'm good.