What could be more confusing than going into cryo freeze and waking up an unknown amount of time later in a hut with a missing metal arm? Not much, at least in Bucky's opinion as he slowly made his way out of the hut, his hair grown long and the socket where his metal arm used to be covered in a soft fabric.

“Finally awake?” An unfamiliar voice asked, with no Wakandan accent, which was rare in well… Wakanda.

“... Who are you?” Bucky asked, his voice rough from his long cryo stay as he stared at the person sitting on the grass.