"Cheese and crackers, wouldja look at that? That fella is green." Even in death, Bucky was still a bit of a chatterbox. He sat in his chosen seat on the train, a restless bundle of energy. The young man had finally had to sit on his own hands because he couldn't keep himself from exploring and touching things.

Long, gangling legs spread out in front of him in a rude sprawl of limbs in bright blue pants and crimson red boots that tapped out a silent rhythm only Buck seemed to hear. "Ya think this thing could go any slower if it tried, Cap? Jeeze, I don't think we're ever gonna get there at this rate."