While his friend spoke, Steve simply stared, not sure how to put all of this together. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the idea that he was stuck in some sort of magical prison, kidnapped from his time and placed here with a bunch of strangers--well, mostly strangers. Strangers and Bucky.

Then Bucky said he was broken, and Steve felt his heart crack.

"You're not--" He started, but he didn't want to argue with Bucky. He didn't want to fight with his friend.

Steve took a moment, hands on his hips. His eyes moved to the floor, then to the dining hall, then back to Bucky again. "Come and eat with me."