[ bucky accepts the cup of instant coffee with a grateful nod, and picks up the piping-hot mug, not minding the heat in his vibranium fingers. right. his old, old bones. the corner of his mouth quirks ruefully at the prospect of doing more math. he's never actually had to consider this angle of it, either, and never really wondered how old his body was after you stripped away all the caveats, the disclaimers, the slow-aging effects of the serum. he'd just taken it one day at a time. so he considers, and weighs over the question. ]

I was around my mid-twenties when I went into the river. And with the time that's passed since... mid-thirties, maybe? Could be higher end of thirties.

[ until now, there had never really been a reason to care about how his age lined up to anyone else. but he feels a strange vise clench in his chest as he asks, trying to sound light about it: ]

So. Too old for you?