If they ever get the opportunity to go back to the world they came from Bucky would be right beside Steve in doing that, burning Hydra down to the ground and salting the earth after they were done. He can feel deeply their claws are still sunk into body and mind, no matter how much he wishes to be away from them he is still so much what they designed him to be. Someone who has no idea how to be without orders.

"What would he do?" he said, registering the warm weight of Steve's hand on his shoulder. Bucky can deal with that touch so much more easily than that open look on the man's face, the one that says so much more than words ever can, so he turns his eyes to his hands instead. "The man I was."

Maybe he shouldn't have asked that. It's a question that's only going to serve to remind him of what he isn't anymore, like a ghost living in a dead mans body.