"I..." Bucky paused. "I am the one you used to call Bucky." His words were soft, his head tilted to the side as he stared curiously at Steve. It's odd, the way that he is speaking. He'd cognizant of it, and yet he doesn't stop himself. He's not sure he wants to be the man Steve remembers, not sure if he can be.

His eyes move down, glancing at the floor as he struggles not to take a step backward. Steve gets closer, approaching him and he doesn't know how to react. He's shy, nervous even. He had not want to be found, but this place just keeps making sure everyone would find him.

"You... You're the man from the museum," he tries to say.