[He might be Bucky, but he was still very much the Soldier and if he was ineffective in his duties, he wasn't certain what path he would take. He couldn't imagine not doing the few duties that he could scratch together. He might have had his own sense of independence, it was still a mission to him, a way for him to cope with the broad expanse that came with this new world of opportunity. Those opportunities often required memories, which he didn't have.

People didn't make friends with amnesics easily. There was nothing to relate to, which was what friendship was built on apparently. Maybe that's why he had always been alone even in a group of people and a team. They couldn't relate, so he was only a weapon.]

I've adapted, but... the mission feels different. Before, it was just a few actions I'm sure but the long game happened when I slept. Now when I sleep, it's nothing like the cold darkness. It's alive, and it hurts my head.

[He didn't like to admit that there might be something increasingly wrong with him. To report a malfunction was required, but often, he never was awake long enough to experience one. Now, it felt like one was inevitable.]

I can't imagine you scared of anything. You seem bomb-proof.