"Oh." Bucky blinked those glacial eyes, pen tapping anxiously against the notepad. He guessed he could have brought a laptop, but he preferred old-fashioned writing - plus the vibranium fingers and a keyboard, sometimes that was dicey. He had fine enough control with his metal hand, but still. An oldster all the way.
He sighed a little, inwardly. Favorites of a lot of the press. That must have been annoying to Steve, whatever version of him it was. "I guess I can talk to him about it? Though to be fair I wasn't here either. That was - other me, I think."