How could Steve be annoyed at any of that? Bucky was right. He knew him, he knew him better than Steve knew himself, even if his mind wasn’t entirely…whole. The blond searched Bucky’s face before he sighed and dropped back into a seat. The skiff was already headed towards that jungle moon, towards what might end up being the new home for humanity if they couldn’t figure out a way back. At least it would be home for now.

“Okay… But I’m piloting then.” He didn’t want to be left behind. Which meant he was getting another concussion out of all of this. “We’ll have some time to learn the language anyway. You’ll teach me.” If he only got a few phrases down, that would be enough, anything that might be needed should he be queried on the training moon.

Of course, Bucky didn’t really need to teach him anything if he was just going to be whacked again. It was sort of amazing how trusting Steve was of his friend.

“Why don’t you get something to eat? There’s a lot of protein down there in the galley. It’s all pretty good. You could use it. Do we…can we just leave the ship going on it’s own? Because I think I want to wash our clothes.” They had, if he was reading the panel right, about a day to the jungle moon.