Bucky lifted his eyebrows. "Six feet under and no more coffee," he said. "That's what it is." Death was straightforward enough to Bucky, who'd never had much faith in an afterlife or a greater purpose past what you did in the life you had. It was an ending. He hadn't wanted to end when he was in the Arena, so he hadn't. Given the same choice now, he didn't know what the hell he'd do. Bucky still didn't want to die - but he understood the cost and what it made you, now. 8 hadn't ever been 2 though. There was no glory attached to the Games. It had always been a death sentence. The few who didn't die were aberrations. Factory kids weren't built for Arenas. They'd always known what the cannons meant.
Even now, death was relatively simple. It was just lying down and letting go, one way or another. It was trying to stay alive and figure out why you wanted to that got complicated as fuck.
"Social ruin has an undo though - how many of them have been ruined and then picked just the right outfit, or threw the best party and suddenly everyone's calling again." Bucky shrugged. "Maybe I'm an asshole - but I don't really give a shit for their social agenda." He cared for a few, very specific social agendas. Peggy, because she had to use it for Steve. Scott, because he had to use it for Cassie. Steve was a lost cause. Natasha, because he remembered, now, and Bucky had a sad girl in a water dress in his head, and whatever game she wanted to play - he wanted her to fucking win it. Tony played his own game and won anyway, and the rest of the Capitol that weren't one of them - they could screw off.
"I mostly stick around 8 too, unless they call me in." Which they did pretty often. Bucky had never quite understood how Thor got away with being so rare a show, given his looks and his District. He was maybe starting to get a better picture now. "There's a lot none of us know about Panem," Bucky said dryly. "But if you ever get an itch to travel, you can drop in here. I'll introduce you to my sister. She'll hate you, and sometimes open hatred is refreshing." Bucky downed another swig of the coffee. "They got you shooting with Steve later too, right? 'swhat the crew was saying." More or less.