"There were four kids named James in my class in 1927," Bucky says, rolling his eyes at her. "We had nicknames. It stuck forever. Doesn't help that my best friend loves to talk about me all the damn time."

When she asks if he would prefer to be called James, he considers it for a moment.

"Much rather you scream James than Bucky. I don't normally let people call me by it though, which means assholes I don't want using it use it. Like my therapist."