[Well, that’s a loaded question. He actually has to think on it for a moment, going silent as he scans the horizon.
He eventually answers,] I’m a soldier. It’s not the same.
[Which is only to put it lightly. He doesn’t know how good he is as a person anymore. The trigger words are probably still in his head, which doesn't help. Is the Red Book even a secret in this strange future? There's no guarantees. It only makes him even more wary to be around others for too long. Yet even then, the guy still has a point.
Bucky makes a quiet noise of resignation.] But you’re right. They can’t fight ’em off the same way.
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He eventually answers,] I’m a soldier. It’s not the same.
[Which is only to put it lightly. He doesn’t know how good he is as a person anymore. The trigger words are probably still in his head, which doesn't help. Is the Red Book even a secret in this strange future? There's no guarantees. It only makes him even more wary to be around others for too long. Yet even then, the guy still has a point.
Bucky makes a quiet noise of resignation.] But you’re right. They can’t fight ’em off the same way.