[Admittedly, it’s probably not so believable, especially if this really is Clark Kent like he thinks it is. In Clark’s world, it’d be a big deal to connect the dots between Clark Kent and Superman. But it’s the truth for Bucky. He has some difficulty trying to figure out the best way to word his reply.]

Well. Yeah. ’Cause you have that whole secret identity thing, right? [Not that acknowledging it might help so directly with the situation, but acknowledging it also means that Bucky understands the sensitivity of the information.] I won’t tell anyone. For whatever it’s worth. I mean, I wasn’t trying to freak you out or anything either with asking, it’s just...

[He takes a breath. May as well just. Get it over with.]

Back where I’m from, you’re sorta more fictional? In comics and on the wireless, I mean. And not like a real guy. I guess that probably sounds even crazier, but, uh, hell, I think it’s pretty crazy meeting you in person too. Erm. You always seemed like a really swell guy, so, y’know, it’s kinda a real honor having made your acquaintance too. [He tacks the end on quite sheepishly, looking to the side and rubbing the back of his neck.]