The first thought that crosses Bucky's mind is that it's a damn good thing he's no longer compelled to blurt out every passing thought that crosses his mind. It's only because of this that he's able to bite his tongue, that's he able to not point out that Steve's the one who dug up the past in the first place, that it was by his wishes that the Cosmic Cube returned all of Bucky's memories, yet one more thing to be done against his will, regardless of whether or not it was for the better.

The second thought is that he doesn't want a blank slate. That Zemo was right about that much, if nothing else; Bucky doesn't deserve to have his indiscretions erased, because until he starts to live his life without the promise of a reset button, he'll never earn it.

"Right," he scoffs, crossing his arms. "Well, that's the problem, isn't it? I'm not that kid anymore, Steve. The good ol' days are long gone, and all that's left is me."