"Assuming we don't freeze to death first," Bucky added, trying to inject some humour in to the mess. Morbid, black humour, but humour nonetheless. It was how he faced anything that upset or scared him, a sort of defiance to the universe. "Here I thought we were just gonna be cold until morning when we could dry out in the sun, but this concrete box isn't gonna heat up any time soon. Good thing they shoved us in together, I guess."

Good for morale as well. If he'd been on his own, with nothing to do but think about what was coming... well, every man had limits.