"I guess," says Bucky, scratching the back of his head. He's not quite convinced, much as he'd like to be. The way Natalia was going on earlier, though, he's not sure serious begins to cover it; the future doesn't sound all that promising to him, and given that he apparently loses an arm, he can't imagine that his older self has much to smile about on a regular basis.

Well, except for Natalia, of course, but what kind of guy wouldn't smile around a pretty lady like her?

"I bet you still look the same, though."