[Admiration. Makes sense to Bucky's limited scope of memories. At Steve's question, Bucky draws the memory up to the surface. In it, he feels overlooked, invisible and, in the memory, he hates that. In the memory, he's also some young thing with a trim haircut and smooth face--- a far cry from Bucky's current state. But sitting here with Steve now, Bucky feels much the opposite. He doesn't want the attention of- what was her name? Carter?- or anyone's, really. While he's grown to enjoy Sam and Steve's presence, he usually doesn't go out of his way to meet with them, excluding today.]
I don't know. [He replies, biting one edge of his lip. It's always a little difficult to get a context for his memories.]
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I don't know. [He replies, biting one edge of his lip. It's always a little difficult to get a context for his memories.]