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First thing's first. Is there a Daisy here? If not... she was probably caught in an explosion and that's my fault. I should've taken the shot.

Hi. I'm Bucky Barnes and, yes, I'm actually alive. I think most of you know that.

I've been told, by a nun, there's another Bucky here so we'll probably fight for the name.

[Filtered to the 616ers]

How many of you knew about this?

So, the way I see it, there are two possibilities at work here.

Either the afterlife is much different than I ever anticipated.

Or, I survived, and Nick has me on the very good drugs.

Knowing that ass, it's the latter.

Well I know who I'm blaming for this.

Who does everyone else blame?

All right. I'm just going to come out and say it, because nobody else is.

You guys from that other world need adult supervision.

I mean, our Clint seems more mature than 90% of you, and I'm pretty sure he's organizing a party to celebrate grounding his kid like it's some grown up right of passage.

I can't say this is what I was expecting.

Maybe I didn't die and they just have me on the really good drugs