[ Oh yeah, that look. He doesn't remember any specific moment of having seen it before, and yet its familiarity is like an itch in his mind. There's an impulse, unconscious and automatic, to write these incomplete almost-memories down, see if getting it all out on a few pages will jog anything, but this isn't the time and place for starting a diary.

It's easy, at least, to fall in line at his friend's side and follow his lead. Like second nature. And when Steve stops in his tracks, Bucky follows suit, though he can't help but frown. ]

Like an administrator? I'd rather find my pants and get out of here. [ He looks at Steve. ] Not that I don't want answers, but we oughta get our heads on straight, first.

[ But maybe he's being unreasonable. He can't figure out why the setting's starting to make him antsy. ]