"Yeah, I wasn't trying to ... I didn't mean to presume, I just. I guess I, uh. Don't really know what to do in this kind of situation." He glances at her, nervous this time for sure.

You give him a mission, and he's steady as a rock. Faced with himself? He's lost.

"I think I'm -- I mean, I know I'm from later. Down the road. From you. So things maybe are really different. For us," he says, stumbling through every word. He nods, reassuring himself more than anybody else. Eventually he lets his eyes rest on her hands, concentrating on what she's etching. "Agent Carter and I were pretty close, for example. I mean, we were both busy with our own things, but for a little while there ... there wasn't anyone I trusted more."

He can only say that because, by that time, Bucky was ... gone.