"Like what?" Bucky looks up, and for a second he looks like himself, looking to Steve for leadership. "People are fed. They've somewhere safe to sleep." There is no war. Bucky's shoulders set miserably.

"I don't know what to do.." He doesn't want to talk to more people than he's got to. He is still struggling to form full sentences. His conversation with Sinthia is proof he doesn't know to talk to people normally. He wants to be like a ghost.