It had been a long time since Bucky had uttered that name. It still meant a great deal to him. That didn't mean she had to like it but it sounded nice to hear her repeat it. "She was kind," he said softly. "She died when I was young." Leaving him and his siblings to be raised by their father but he didn't really know her too well. Just the little that he remembered that he could say that she was kind.