"They might be better." Bucky shrugged again. They'd likely never know and he did his best not to think of the past as much as he could. He knew some of them had been working to take things with them. At the very least knowledge on how to fix their station.
If any of it would actually work was another story. They'd probably have to kill The Man for that. But maybe they could. The ones here had done it.
He went a little stiff at her question. Bucky didn't do personal. "It doesn't matter," he said, succinctly. Some people knew, ones like Miguel who had been around a long time, seen things when they were new to the station and Clint had still been there and Bucky hadn't been so jaded. But once he'd lost enough people, Bucky stopped having people. He told himself that he'd only written the name out of respect.