Bucky's eyes widened at the display of—— well. He'd call it a parlor trick, except he was standing two feet away, and it was obvious there was nothing up Eliot's sleeve.

He listened to Eliot's explanation of how he'd gotten here, glancing around to take in all the sights, the people milling around and enjoying themselves, not seeming bothered that they'd been pulled from their own lives... "Space and time, huh...?"

Finally, he turned back to Eliot. "Don't s'pose you'd light mine, too, huh? 'Cause I could really use a smoke about now." It was such a huge understatement as to be laughable — but really, he'd already experienced things that, until they'd happened, he never would've imagined possible. He was pragmatic enough to know that sometimes, you just had to roll with the punches, go with what life handed you, and only worry about it when you were alone and couldn't help thinking about it.