"Oh." Bucky wasn't involved in the Korean war the way most other Americans were, and actually doesn't remember too much from that time, so he just casually doesn't mention his involvement in it.

"Yeah. I don't think-- it ever ends." Not for people like them, anyway. Once they've subjected themselves to the whims of politicians and industrialists, find themselves deployed to some fresh level of hell where even angels fear to tread, they're almost always constantly going to be at war with something, or someone. Sometimes even themselves.

"Oh, this?" he redirects with a tip of his head towards his empty left sleeve. "Yeah. World War II. Ran a mission in Austria." Didn't-- really come back the same after that. It's been an extraordinarily long road to get to where he is now.

"You headed back?" To the new South Asian front or wherever the road might lead.