"It's what everyone calls me." It feels more like his name than James does. No one left alive calls him that. It doesn't feel right any more now than out had when he's been younger. James is who he is when he's in trouble with his mother. He figures part of finding out who the hell he is now is finding what feels right. Bucky feels right. That's the person he's trying to learn how to be again.

"I was actually really popular in school." It's almost blurted out, like he's remembering it for the first time, himself. It's easy to forget that when they'd been kids, everyone had loved Bucky and it's Steve who'd been teased. It's easy to lose sight of that now, when Steve has all these friends and Bucky is wandering around on the sidelines like a stray cat.

He thinks about the wars, though, and the distant places. He's met a few people with tall tales and strange places in their past. He'd hazard a guess that there are even more people like that to meet here. What are the odds of two American soldiers meeting in a sea of civilians and aliens from across universes? Then again, what are the chances that things keep bringing him and Steve back together?