Bucky was never going to get over this. He was never going to get past the fact that she was standing there telling him that her life was worth less than his -- right? Because he was one of the people she'd sacrificed herself for to bring back. Trading lives was never okay. It was already done with in her time but it hadn't happened yet in his. And if they all ended up going back home with their memories intact of their time in Starklandia, well, he sure as hell was going to do whatever was necessary for him to stop her. For her to think she could tell him what she'd done, even if it was her choice, and for him to just accept it? That just wasn't going to happen and he highly doubted anyone else who knew her would just say 'wow, how great of you to do that, good job' and pat her on the back. And if anyone did? Bucky would punch them in the face.
As emotional as he'd been before, as she talked, stoicism hardened his features. He still felt so much anger inside of him. Anger for her having to be in a position to make such a choice, for actually making that choice, and for her not being most upset about having to make it. The fact that she seemed to think that no one else would have a strong reaction floored him, too. Not just from him, since she hadn't known until today that he remembered her, but from everyone else she knew.
If he was being honest, Bucky didn't dislike it here either. Steve was there, and safe. Natasha was there and safe. He'd met Clint and that was starting to get interesting and he genuinely liked the guy. Younger Steve was a fun person to be around too. Being here meant he wasn't dead, too, which was obviously a better alternative. So no, he didn't dislike it even though it was strange. He didn't flinch or move away when she started to touch him. In fact, he wished she had. She'd diverted from the argument, and he knew exactly what she was doing. It was taking her heat off of her if she focused on what was happening now instead of what she'd done back home. Bucky thought about calling her on it, but he'd laid it on pretty harshly already. She knew where he stood. Running it into the ground wasn't going to get anywhere.
"We're in this one now," he repeated the words and shook his head. "So are you of the belief that this place is another chance for those who've missed it to do things differently?"