Bucky just nodded. He didn't know what she had come from, but he knew of at least some of the loss in her world, stories told by others who came from different places on their timeline.
"Maryanne mostly." He looked away from Wanda then, his eyes wandering over the hall. He hadn't intentionally meant to scope the area for anyone else but found that's what he was doing. "She was my mother once." He told her, "Or some version of her was. I took her son's place here, for a while. She hasn't forgiven me." Bucky didn't entirely blame her, which was why he'd not fought anyone too hard when they tried to keep him away.