There are a lot of languages Bucky speaks. A lot. So many he can't always remember and list them all. Some of them he only speaks a little, others he's fluent and free of an accent. This isn't a language he knows that well, but he understands the word, even if he can't place what language it is. Asian of some sort, he thinks, and he remembers a mission he'd been sent on that had involved working with the Triad back in the 70s.

Big brother. He'd not sure she'd meant him to understand, so he refrains from telling her about his three younger sisters, all long gone now. He'd loved them all so dearly and the thought has his heart in his throat. He can't talk about them.

"Sometimes I feel too little." Like he's not human at all.