Bucky turns to actually study Rumlow for a moment. The thing is that Bucky's definitely a jumpy guy. He takes alert to a ridiculous degree and he spends a decent amount of time reminding himself to stay calm. He's had some really bad days, even here. He's just really good at hiding it. Or maybe it's not that he's good at it s much as that he thinks he has no choice.

In any case, he certainly wouldn't call himself functional, but it's nice to know he completes the illusion.

"Nah, I didn't really get any welcome home." The corner of his lip quirks up and he shifts his gun so that he can take Rumlow's hand in a warm, firm shake. It's simultaneously familiar and foreign, like deja vu. "Some secrets don't come out. If you can't be acknowledged, they can't say you came home."

The implication of his words is a lie, he knows. It sounds like he did some serious black ops work and not that he's legally dead because he'd been missing in action for more than half a century.

It would all be a lot easier if he didn't have to lie so much. There's no governments out there looking to arrest him, but there's at least one person out there who'd antagonized him on the network and he's acutely aware of the fact that he's still a weapon. He's still got all that programming in him and there someone out there who might know enough about it to turn him back into a thing.