A wave of relief washed over him as he and Steve came together and embraced. That was his Steve. There was no questioning it now. He'd been almost certain of it before when he was observing him, but he'd wondered, given what he'd read and seen there being alternate versions of one's self present. It was a concern for Bucky; what if another version of him showed up, full blown Winter Soldier style? They'd deal with it, obviously, but that was a problem. Focus, he reminded himself, so he didn't lose his train of thought. Steve. This was Steve.
It was also a comfort to know that the Steve in front of him seemed very aware of who he was now which led him to believe they were from about the same time period in their lives. They wouldn't have to do much explaining, he hoped. Probably some, but that could happen when they needed it to.
One of the things Bucky appreciated the most about the way Steve regarded him was that he didn't treat him any differently when they spoke. He didn't treat him like a victim or really do much of anything to call attention to the things that happened to him. He was just Bucky, and it was enough. Whether he was having a good day or one of his dark days, Steve still saw him as the same person. Whether or not Steve felt that way remained to be seen, but it felt that way to Bucky. Steve was protective, but so was Bucky. They were both wired like that about each other. It was just their way.
"I could eat," he replied. His way of saying 'yes' without having to say that no, he hadn't eaten since he'd arrived and was running on empty. The serum allowed for that but even he had his limits. It was another beat or two before he finally let his hand drop back to his side. "Still kind of trying to figure out how this place works."