Bucky felt his brows furrow in confusion at Steve's response, but it clicked a moment later. "You don't remember." That was so much time that he didn't remember, if he wasn't aware of how he got into this body. He turned off the stove and the oven; breakfast wasn't the priority right now and Steve would always come first.
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked as he moved over to stand in front of his friend. Once he knew that, he could figure out how to sort all of this out. "Come on, let's sit down." Bucky could imagine a bit about what Steve was going through right now. Bucky was still haunted by all of his lost time, but hopefully there was a way for Steve to get his back. He guided his best friend over to the kitchen table and kept Steve's hand in his the whole time. He was going to make this right. Somehow.