[ It's good to hear in his tone when he talks about Bucky. Honestly couldn't tell from his own conversations how things were going between the two of them.

His hands go into his pockets as he walks, chin dipping slightly as he breaks from looking at Sam to staring at the ground ahead of him. ]

Five years behind everyone else, by the sound of it. [ Tips his head to one side, still grinning faintly but with distance now. It's a slight pause, and from there his wry humor fades to something more somber. ]

Been a few weeks since we lost. Tony made it back in rough shape with the help of a couple of friends. Managed to track Thanos down, but...

[ Doesn't need to tell you the rest, huh? A beat, then, glancing over with an odd look, eyebrows raised as he scrutinizing Sam's features. ]

Buck won't tell me much else, but I hear we get almost everyone back.