Those were the words that he wanted to hear, the exact words that pleased him the most. He reached up and pushed back his curtain of dark hair with a hand, one of the more 'human' gestures he had thought of doing for himself. "I can help you; I can kill with you," he said with an intensity of a man with much to prove. "I know some of their agents, some of their old bases. We can clear out the city easily enough, leave a trail of red that Hydra won't forget."

He thought that Dick might be a bit complicated, and he certainly didn't feel like a 'dick' or a Richard or a William. He actually didn't even feel like 'James' who was apparently the name that he had been given. Bucky was alright because Steve had given it to him, and that alone provided a base of structure that he desired. "I know what I am, just... not who."