His words feel like a dam. Like there's a tide of - something - just barely being held back by his composure and the weirdness of the situation. It reminds her so much of the way he - or the other him - had looked in the Red Room that it almost takes her breath away. The way she'd broken through his programming every time they'd put it back into his head. How he'd climb into her window at night to sleep next to her.

What does this Bucky have left?

"The little bald dude wasn't forthcoming. Maybe I'm meant to spearhead the skrull investigation here."

There's just a moment's pause. If she's thinking about him in the Red Room, perhaps she has to be the one again to try to resurface his memories. If he even has them here. She already watched him die. Maybe just him being alive here with no memory of her will be enough.

Maybe.

"Or maybe you really were wishing for a red headed spy, Мой милый, huh?"