"No kidding." Bucky scoffs. It's not like he thinks he can really escape anything. It's always there, memories threatening to surface or things he wishes he could forget. He's got a lot more past than most people, too, and he only remembers some of it.

"Doesn't mean you can't change who you want to be." He'll never be able to go back to who he was, but he doesn't want to be a killer anymore, either.

Once they step into the room, he can feel the cold air hit his skin and it's amazing how good the simulation is, snow swirling in the wind around them. It distracts Bucky from his thoughts as he feels the snow give with a crunch under his feet.