Bucky had been feeling quite lost ever since Steve brought him "back". Nothing like waking up from a nightmare that lasted 70 years. All those people, all the innocent lives he snuffed out. They had made him into a monster... turned him into the exact thing he had sought to fight...
Some days he wondered why he didn't just eat his revolver. Other days, he wanted to hunt down every last one of those fuckers. Then he remembered, Steve had done that already to find him. He might have been able to find more... if he could sort through the memories more easily. Everything that he knew as Bucky was there, but, it was almost as if there was another layer from everything that Winter Soldier had learned. Weird how the two could be there and not at the same time.
At least he didn't have to worry about anyone shoving him in a tube and setting him up like a fucking Christmas tree anymore. He heard a knock at the door and went to see who it was. Seeing Steve, he gave the other man a weary smile, "Hey stranger, long time no see."
In a way, it was. It was him, without any influence from the Winter Soldier personality. It hadn't been that long though since he was rescued from himself. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to meet his friend's gaze.