His eyes open from where he'd had his head tilted back against the wall, face soaking up the suns rays. Bucky moves his head and looks right back at Joel, his expression in no way mirrors the anger the older man is displaying. If there's an expression to be found there it might be called light puzzlement.

It takes a moment for the memory to kickstart. He killed this man, attacked him and the girl with him, killed him right before Bucky had felt something puncture through his flesh and collapsed into blackness himself.

Coming back from the dead himself had been troubling, knowing Steve had come back relieving; seeing one of his own victims in his long history of murder back for the first time? His eyes widen in his face.

Then he nods in acknowledgement, unsure what he's supposed to say, if anything.