[In answer to the first question, an equally hungover Bucky holds up a well-worn comic book. It doesn't have the little bit about "Captain America's young ally, Bucky", which Bucky himself is eternally thankful for.]

I'm pretty sure someone's sense of humor needs some fixing. I got an entire box of these things. [And what's worse is that they're all copies of just one issue.] You want one? Can't guarantee quality entertainment, but at least you'd get a laugh out of it.

[He puts the comic down, then continues, in a more serious tone:]

There's something called democracy, in my world. Means that it's the public that gets the say in who gets to sit in the White House, and if that guy's shit, they get to kick him out too. [Which is an oversimplification of American politics, but come on, he's not really an expert in that.] For the most part it's a free world, even if democracy's not in place in some countries, but right now? There's a war on 'cause somebody in power decided he wanted more of it.

[Sound familiar? He sighs.]

Anyway, that's not what you're asking about, so--back home, it depends. Stuff like getting drunk and disturbing the peace gets you a night in jail, maybe two, and bigger things get either longer stays or, depending on just how bad or how public it was, an electric chair. Or worse.

[Moving on, he blinks at the flower in Jaime's hand.]

...at least you didn't find one in your sandwich.