"So roughly two or three years?" Okay, that wasn't too bad. He'd been in storage longer than that if the broken memory fragments bleeding through were any indication. That didn't mean this had only started two or three years ago, unfortunately, so he was still uncertain, but it was a start. "That gives me some sort of time frame to start with, I guess. Uh--thanks?" Yes, manners. He was raised a proper young man in Boston, might as well act like it if he had any chance of reconnecting with his life before the fall. He wasn't the same man anymore, but he was human again. Mostly.

Buck nodded an affirmative at the question and flexed the metal arm, servos giving off a soft whirr and plates shifting. "What are you using the wiring for?" How long had it been since he'd been able to actually question an order given to him? He was effectively a brainwashed weapon for HYDRA until that programming began to fall apart, thank you Captain America.

Barnes moved back into the drop ship, working on the first row of seating. A combination of the metal arm, his Serum enhanced strength, and the training he already had before being turned into a living weapon, he made short work of the first few seats, carrying them out to set on the ground without breaking so much as a sweat.