He was quiet for a long time, thinking, "Yes. And no. There's only one exactly like me and that's me, but at one point there was another man who'd been given an imperfect version of the serum. He's been dead most of a century though. As far as I know, people with talents aren't generally native to my world, although they keep coming in from other places."

It was complicated. Technically speaking, he was the only one, since he couldn't be positive Bucky really was still out there and able to be found. But people like Thor and Loki had found his world. And he wasn't exactly sure where the Peters came into it, his Peters, not the one asking him questions. There was Banner too, but that hadn't been intentional or reproduced. It was just a horrible accident. He gave a slight shrug and picked up his food again, not really hungry but aware he had to eat.

"There might be another man similar to me, but I can't say for sure. I was planning to hunt him down before . . . mn. The short answer is that there's only me who has my powers. There's a handful of people who are also different, but I'm the only one who got the serum. And honestly it's not extra powers, it's enhancement. The serum makes me genetically perfect and ups all my senses and intelligence to the absolute pinnacle of human possibility." Giving away all his secrets felt odd, but there was really no reason to hold back, "They're not powers per se, but from outside they sure can seem that way. I'm stronger, faster, smarter and hopefully better than any bad guy out there. That's my purpose. That's why I was created."