"It's not - it won't be too much," he promises her, quietly. Bucky smiles, a little, small but real. "And it's not your fault anyway, so don't you apologize either."

"But you're right, it's a hell of a shock." He holds out both hands in front of himself, looking down at their backs, then turns them over and watches as he closes and opens his fingers. "I don't feel different, I don't think. Or not really."