[ Ugh. Bucky cuts off the crusts, as promised, and absently starts piling high a second second sandwich. He's got nothing on older Steve when it comes to appetite, but he's changed. He doesn't notice the hunger as much now until it creeps up on him and blindsides him. ]

And I'm saying that guy? That ain't me. I don't think that guy even knows his own name half the time, much less yours.

[ He's never called his future self by his name. It's 'that guy,' or 'him,' or anything Bucky can get away with to disassociate. ]