[Bucky tries to recall any memories of his childhood, of life before childhood, but can only find blurry images of Steve and a slick-haired version of himself that smiles easily. Little things like what he ate and drank are mostly lost to the cold. With the exception of hot dogs, of course. It's one of the reasons why he indulges in them so much; they're one of the few links to who he used to be. Or he might have been. He's still never too sure.
When the bartender turns their way, he looks down at the menu and points in a silent one of these.]
(What was it like when you were a kid?) [Since he doesn't have much of a frame of reference.]
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When the bartender turns their way, he looks down at the menu and points in a silent one of these.]
( What was it like when you were a kid? ) [Since he doesn't have much of a frame of reference.]