While muggle movies had once been a rather enthusiastic interest of his, Bucky couldn't recall a single one he'd seen. Even the ones he'd been told he used to love, like Star Wars, were as unknown to him as everything else, part of an ever-growing list of shit he needed to catch up on to understand what anybody else was talking about. "No," he answered dejectedly, sure it used to be the sort of thing he'd enjoy speaking about.
"My parents are dead," he finally offered, not thinking it was too fair to force the woman to play guessing games with topics he'd be interested in discussing just to fill the time. It wasn't even a full snippet of what was wrong, but he needed to start somewhere, and he supposed chronologically at least it was the beginning. After being named after a horrible president, of course.