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How was he holding up? Well, that was certainly the question. He wore a small smile and shrugged. "You wake up in a strange place once, and it starts to get old hat after a while, y'know?" He laughed, a bit, as he took a sip of his soda. It was wild that this had become his life. Not that volunteering to become a giant scientific experiment in order to fight the Nazis only to end up a giant icicle that was thawed out almost a hundred years later was any less wild than this, but if you had asked him when he tried enlist for the upteenth time, none of this was ever in the realm of possibility. Especially the idea of multiverses.
He'd certainly come a long way.
"How about you?" he asked with his brows raised. "How're you handling this weirdness?" He wore a wry grin, propping his head up with his hand as he leaned forward a bit on the bar counter as he studied one possible future his best friend might grow up into. It was an interesting view of the future. He wondered what it was like looking into the past? If his Bucky was any indication, this Bucky's life was probably just as rough. If not, rougher.