"There were dozens of cats in the building. The type with no fur. A few people too." They're clearly all gone. And no bones or clothes or traces of anyone having lived there. So, yes, Bucky finds it safer to assume that maybe there was nothing there and he'd just imagined the whole thing, but that's more a reflection of his uncertainty in the nature of his reality than needing to get his eyes checked.
"Did you see anyone on your way here?" He could very well be talking to his imaginary friend here, but hey, at least they're talking about the apartment and not about Peggy or getting blipped or the long history between them or wherever they fall on the spectrum between selfishness and selflessness. Would anyone really ever be in the mood to deal with all that?
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"There were dozens of cats in the building. The type with no fur. A few people too." They're clearly all gone. And no bones or clothes or traces of anyone having lived there. So, yes, Bucky finds it safer to assume that maybe there was nothing there and he'd just imagined the whole thing, but that's more a reflection of his uncertainty in the nature of his reality than needing to get his eyes checked.
"Did you see anyone on your way here?" He could very well be talking to his imaginary friend here, but hey, at least they're talking about the apartment and not about Peggy or getting blipped or the long history between them or wherever they fall on the spectrum between selfishness and selflessness. Would anyone really ever be in the mood to deal with all that?