If Bucky could ever bring himself to voice the doubts and fear he had inside himself as to the man he was starting to become in the wake of what was done to him he would appreciate hearing that. As of now though he keeps such thoughts locked up inside, as if voicing them would make them reality.

He doesn't want to lose this, everything he has gained.

"People. Loud, bright." he says dismissively at that. In their bizarre clothing, coming up with smiles and hungry eyes demanding the tributes attention. Once Sam works up to having fans amongst the citizens himself he'll understand. The Asset was trained to move through a crowd with anonymity but when your face is plastered across television screens constantly that becomes more of a challenge, especially when those techniques to make yourself invisible actually made one stand out here, it is so much easier to stay inside away from it all.

Bucky looks at Sam suddenly, his brow creased in confusion. "Me?" he didn't know how to respond to that. It didn't make sense, except on the part that Sam was Steve's friend, perhaps, and that was why he was asking. "Why me?"

He has to get to the root of this.