In time, Bucky thought that he may warm up to Steve again. It wasn't that he didn't want his best, oldest friend back in his life. He just needed some time. Bucky gave Steve the smallest, slightest smile as they walked side by side, heading to the restaurant.

Bucky sighed, looking over at Steve. "I... I remember things, but it's... Hard to explain. I remember some things, but not everything. I have gaps I'm trying to fill in." Bucky really thought he should show Steve his journals. That would explain everything. "I saw the museum exhibit," he said softly.

His shoulders shrugged as he looked over at his oldest friend. "They did say that. Stuck here..." His voice trailed off. "At least, here, I... I won't feel like I'm on the run." It would be good to feel like he could relax, at least a little.