"How do you get used to it all?" Bucky asks one night when they've mutually agreed that sleeping is highly overrated.

"All of what?"

"All of everything." Bucky says, flopping back onto folded arms against the floor. "Nothing is like I remember it... when I remember it at all."

"It takes some getting used to." Steve says carefully. "Stark used to rib me all the time for not knowing how a cell phone worked. And I found out the hard way what parts of the internet I shouldn't look at." Steve makes a mental note not to introduce Bucky to some of the sites he stumbled across when he first woke up.

"It's not so much the tech…" Bucky says, and that makes sense. He'd have to keep up with the latest developments in killing, at a minimum, to be a good assasin.

"It's…" Bucky gropes for the right words around the holes in his memory. "For a while every time I went to sleep, the world was a completely different place by the time I woke up, but at least then someone was waiting to tell me what to do. I didn't have to think, so who cares if everything's changed? All I had to pay attention to was my missions… the rest was just background. But, that's not how people live… is it?"

Steve shakes his head, no. He doesn't know what else to say.