"That would definitely get him some sponsorship. Can you imagine Hulk, but with advertising slogans over his shoulders? Branded pants?" It would take a lot of work, but was there a better advertising campaign?
Although if he'd just gotten a portion of his life shoved into his head, and if this version of Bucky had a similar go of things as the one from her world, well, she didn't doubt that would be a process. Carol didn't know a lot about Bucky Barnes pre-Winter Solider. She'd been an Air Force girl through and through, teasing army boys the whole way. So she'd never really looked into Steve and his merry band of War Heroes.
But she knew Barnes from her team, fighting by her side, the quiet storm cloud energy that bled through sometimes. And knowing what Hydra did to Jessica, she doubted they were any kinder to Barnes in the process of making him their deadly soldier.
"There's no time frame on that, the processing." Carol shrugged lightly, "Mine wasn't that bad, over all. A glimpse of a few days of life with a little background in them, but not a lot of information. So it was easier." It was also somewhat cathartic, knowing that she somehow, at the end, made it so that her friends had a chance of surviving for generations to come. That her sacrifice meant they got to go on. Becoming an exploding star wasn't the worst death in the world.
"Just... let it simmer, mull it over at your own pace, deal with bits of it." Carol fired another fry in her mouth, "Hell, put it in a box and ignore it. We're good at that shit too."