'You're you.' There's something about that turn of phrase that gives me pause. I've painted his future in broad strokes... Given him an impression of what's to come without filling in the greater details. This was deliberate. There are things I've done... Things I've lived through... He could not possibly understand... And even if he could, it's not his burden to bear. While I'm in control of my own faculties, at least as far as I'm aware, I don't know that I'm the person he thinks I am. And an answer like that only deepens my suspicion.

There's a moment where Bucky openly stares at Steve, his brows shooting up towards his hairline; while the sentiment itself isn't especially surprising, he realizes after a little more thought, the fact that Steve said as much aloud does beg a rather obvious question.

"Just how many painkillers do they have you on, anyway?"