Unfortunately for Bucky, the only person who had actually noticed his growing drug problem had been Parker. And while they had exchanged confusing and emotional words over it, the interaction had done nothing to stop him from using them. Despite the increasing prevalence of withdrawal systems earlier and earlier between pills, it was hard for Bucky to see the medicine as a bad thing. It helped to calm his nerves and quiet the war, and while it fucked with his focus, he was still functional. He just had started needing to shell out extra credits to convince people to give him their own doses now.

"I'm good." It wasn't often Bucky lied to Steve, but at times he glossed over things to spare a lecture or the concerned look in Steve's eyes. He had never spoken about his concerns for both of them before he was shipped off to war because it would not have changed anything for the better. This seemed a similar situation. He was plagued with nightmares, phantom pains in the arm that wasn't even really his and moral fatigue over constantly weighing the options between killing or sending off to punishment 'traitors' whose crimes he barely understood or accepted.

"It's just been a long week." He leaned into the bunk and stared at the wall across from them, only glancing briefly over to Steve. They knew each other too well for him to lie to Steve's face right now, and his second statement had at least been true.

"I'm no closer to understanding who we're fighting for but the longer we're stuck here the less certain I am we're still the good guys."