Bucky had to remind himself that Steve was trying when he saw the arm. He meant well, really. And Bucky did want to get rid of this thing that connected him to them. But at the same time... it was another reminder. He'd need help installing it. Maybe later. With Natasha.
"Thanks," He said taking the bag, a bit awkwardly. He set it down beside him as he sat down. So weird to have all these things as... him. He had a stock upstairs of fakes, in case he ever needed to disappear again. Had a stashes of others elsewhere.
"Haven't called me that in a while," He winced a little at the sound of his old name. "Steve, not now. Not that." Because really, how much did his best friend know? Even with the reports... it was another thing entirely do to it. To remember everything. To have even watched some of the events but be completely out of control in your body.
"So uh...from what I've kinda... pieced together... the woman who stopped us... that's... Sharon? And you two are dating huh?