Bucky hums thoughtfully - he's got no idea how Steve might or might not feel about him remembering something - and eventually has to admit, "Yeah, that was probably it. Before the - " He motions to Steve, meaning the serum. "Whatever they serve here must be stronger than what they had in England."

One corner of his mouth lifts in a wry half-grin, then he's already moving to help Steve clean up the mess. At least, until Steve asks the obvious questions, and... well, Bucky's only got simple, insufficient answers.

"D.C.," he says, with regard to the first one. "I was in D.C. After - the war." There. That's simple, right? And true. "And then I was here, and I needed a drink, only I never got one, 'cause your drunk ass was already in the bar."

And - "How did you get here?" Because - Bucky doesn't want to say it, but he's got to: "You're dead, Steve."