The new arm had been an adjustment for Bucky, too. He didn't mind it, though. The old one, he'd never really liked once he regained his sense of self and his memories. There was too much death, violence and torture attached to that arm. Even though at the time it'd been unfortunate that it was severed off, Bucky hadn't missed it afterward. Stark had done him a favor, amazingly enough. Adapting to life without it hadn't been so bad. Some balance issues, a few inconveniences, but he'd managed. He definitely preferred it to the alternative. Even though having the other arm made things easier, the sight of it had disheartened him considerably because of what it meant. He didn't harbor as much resentment toward it though since it was being used for the right reasons, unlike the one Zola had fashioned for him.
He felt considerably calmer now that he'd reunited with Steve and confirmed he was, in fact, the Steve Rogers he knew. It would've still been a relief to be in contact with any form of Steve Rogers, but obviously having the company of the Steve from his world was the best option even in a shitty situation like this.
He took the bowl and nodded in thanks, then started to eat. It was only after the first bite that he realized how hungry he actually was. "Last thing I was doing before I showed up here was getting ready for the battle against Thanos. I was coming to find you, so we could go out in the field together. Do you know what I'm talking about?"