"Yeah," Jason exhales. It sucks, and in a way he knows will piss Bucky off. He can't hide that arm whether he wears it or doesn't - he has no choice in deciding whether people know he's lost an arm. It's pretty shitty, and while Jason's frown holds no pity, it's sorry all the same.

"But if our hut's like this," he says, crossing to the window to throw back the curtains. "Holy shit." He can see..."Big Ben? We're in London?"