[Oh. Thank god. Sam has embraced gladness at seeing Bucky, mostly because he does not yet know enough to be as pissed off about all this as he likely will be eventually. For now, it just makes him feel slightly less like he's going insane. But only slightly.]

Yeah you are. [Sam informs him, tapping a finger on the paper.] Says so right here. You're already the worst scavenger hunt partner.

[But Sam will grip his arm right back.]

You and me both. What the hell is going on here, Bucky? [It has not yet occurred to Sam that there may be time differences, so his every assumption is this is the Bucky he knows, the one who helped him find himself and get his head on straight about being worth taking up the shield.]