Bucky shrugged. The truth was that he would have started here, last year; this would have been his second year here, instead of second year in high school, if his uncle hadn't been... difficult about contact with the outside world.

"Because it seemed like a better place than where I was," he replied, as honestly as he could. "But as far as-- as all the fancy stuff, I don't know. Something about enhanced physioblah." He shrugged. No one had explained it to him, and SHIELD wasn't forthcoming. Yet.