Bucky nods, digging the hole a little deeper, and when he thought it was good enough, he started on another, keeping each hole lined up with the first row Levi had planted -- even though they were already covered now, he seemed to know exactly where to make his own little holes.

The silence is comfortable enough, but Bucky is nothing if not a curious guy. "So what were you up to, before the train snatched you away?" he asks lightly. "Everybody seems to be from different places and times -- worlds, even."