"Well, I know that you're the darb who gave me my arm back," says Bucky, brows raised. It's a pretty big favor to do for a guy, more so now that he knows they aren't usually too friendly. He wants to ask him why that is, but decides that's probably a question better left for Cap. "And I know that something's been stomping around in my head, which I gua-ran-tee--" He claps his hands on each syllable. "--ya more than steams me."

Then he shrugs.

"Everything else's a real jumble. I remembered the war a couple days back. It was like someone opened up my head and dumped everything inside -- just color and smell and noise. I know I got a kid sister at home and that I lost my parents a long time ago. But I don't remember how I got this--" He nods towards his metal shoulder. "I don't remember how I got old or how I came to be here. I'm missing half my life and I'm supposed to just wait for everything to sort itself out..." He smiles again, letting out a harsh sigh. "Makes me miss the war. Nazis are easy."