It's not so bad, being dead. There were plenty of times he wished for it and the people who could grant him that small morsel of mercy just laughed in his face. Well, being dead as far as a forever nothingness or the Ancestral Plane go, anyway. There's a special hell reserved for people like Bucky and he's pretty sure that's probably going to be worse than being here.

"Only the worst survive." The best among them? The ones who share their resources, who try and protect the weak and vulnerable amongst them. The ones who care for others, who are willing to stand up to authority. They all die. That was true in 1945 for Bucky as much as it is true for her today.

He probably shouldn't say such things if he wants her to come over for broccoli mac and cheese. But he's not very good at making small talk. And she did ask about Siberia.