"No." he could almost smile at that without quite knowing why.

Bucky nods slowly. "We grew up together. Then we went to war together." he continues onward's with the story, with an air of a man reciting from something he read or had been told more than from his own memory. "After that..." after falling, after being frozen and used while Steve slumbered under the arctic ice, "we didn't see each other again until shortly before I was brought here."