"I... I am." Bucky sighed. He might as well rip of the bandage, he thought to himself. "Steve and I grew up together. Were friends." Best friends, he thought to himself. His heart still aches, unsure about the memories that fly in and out of his mind. "Kids together," he said sadly.
Bucky chuckled. If anyone could get them home, it would probably be Tony. Stark and his technology were known back home. Why would this be any different. "It's hard not to miss what you know." Bucky wished he knew more.
His eyes widened and he stared at Peter. "Sounds... Familiar?" He was sure it was something he passed or seen, but he didn't have any immediate memories of the location. "Understandable. Small bodega? Usually better than large chain that knows nothing," he murmured. "Numbers don't compute. Masses always like the smaller stuff." The ones that made them feel like home. Most people empathized with that.
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Bucky chuckled. If anyone could get them home, it would probably be Tony. Stark and his technology were known back home. Why would this be any different. "It's hard not to miss what you know." Bucky wished he knew more.
His eyes widened and he stared at Peter. "Sounds... Familiar?" He was sure it was something he passed or seen, but he didn't have any immediate memories of the location. "Understandable. Small bodega? Usually better than large chain that knows nothing," he murmured. "Numbers don't compute. Masses always like the smaller stuff." The ones that made them feel like home. Most people empathized with that.