It was surreal. He'd woken up on the streets of a...what was it? An alien planet. An alien planet! How was the possible? The last thing he'd remembered was the war- 1945, snow, a train, and falling...
Bucky had been a fan of science fiction for years, but this was something else. This was beyond Metropolis. There had been aliens- actual aliens, and if he hadn't had that...thing, whatever that communication device was, he wouldn't know how to begin to understand.
Worse still, his arm was gone. That was an unpleasant surprise, but it wasn't at surprising as it should have been. Maybe he was just in shock? But Steve would explain, right? Yeah.
He was quiet on the way back to the ship, staring at the stars outside of the portals, kind of in awe at everything. And when they were finally back and the drink was slid his way, Bucky took it with his only hand, held it, but didn't sip just yet, staring into the mug a second then nodding.
"Yeah... Kind of figured that from the, uh not waking up in the snow," he took a sip and made a face. It wasn't bad, just different. Almost like coffee. Close enough. He took another sip. "So, let's start easy.. How did we end up here?"