[ A wince, involuntary, creases the corner of his mouth, his gaze dropping from Steve for a second. That question never gets any easier to hear. ]
Still Bucky Barnes, last I checked.
[ There's a wry, tremulous sort of humor in it, but he looks back up, studying the other man. He looks younger somehow, less sure, or at least less sure of him. He raises his hands at waist-level, palms out. ]
You don't— What's the last thing you remember? Before you got here, I mean.
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Still Bucky Barnes, last I checked.
[ There's a wry, tremulous sort of humor in it, but he looks back up, studying the other man. He looks younger somehow, less sure, or at least less sure of him. He raises his hands at waist-level, palms out. ]
You don't— What's the last thing you remember? Before you got here, I mean.