"I don't know. I haven't had enough time to be myself to know what I miss. I think I miss it," Bucky says, frowning a little while he works it out. "I miss being able to just be a person, you know? I was a machine for a very long time. HYDRA wasn't gentle with me and I know you'd never peek in there but if you ever saw something, even on accident, I'm sorry in advance. I know it's terrifying in there."

He lifts his hand and brushes it against her cheek, tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I think I do miss it. I think I miss being able to go on a date with a beautiful girl and just have a hell of a time. You know, it's all online now. I heard someone at the store talking about it, about how they just look at profiles and meet people based on that. I don't think I could do anything like that. For me, it's how you meet. You bump into someone, you strike up a conversation - having your name and preferences just out there ruins the surprise of it all. What about you? You miss being with someone?"