Steve. A welcome face but there's an uneasiness too, a feeling of never being good enough next to the paragon of Captain America. It wasn't always there, he thinks, but it is now because of all the blood on his hands and Steve's pristine reputation. Still, Steve had stuck his neck out for him in Bucharest and had defended him even when it got him on the bad side of a war. Steve has to believe in him even if Bucky doesn't.

There's a smile though, a quick one, and Bucky nods at his question. "I was here before. I figured it was something they were doing in Wakanda, something Shuri was doing to help patch up the holes in my memory. They thought this was a nice, blank place for me and stuck me here, you know? You being here throws a wrench in it, though. I met some people last time. One of them came from our world and knew who the Avengers were. As to when I got here this time around, seems like it's just a little while before you. I haven't been here long. Long enough to order a drink. You want one?"