It breaks his heart a little to hear it. He'd been a soldier. He'd volunteered to go to war and he'd gone back again even after his first stint as a POW. The risks hadn't been a secret to him, even if the results had been horrifying. She's no soldier, barely old enough to be one even if she'd wanted to be, but he can't imagine she'd wanted that.

He's never really met anyone like him, either. In skills, yes, but not in experience. The other Soldiers had been volunteers, brutal and heartless even before they'd been a part of that program. Bucky had been a good man once. That, he's sure of, even if he's not sure what he is now.

"I won't." He takes his hand back once she lets go, curling it against his front like an injured wing. "I like my privacy, too. Safer that way, right?"