[Bucky's convinced that, while they're here, Steve could have that kind of peace. The people here that knew him also respected him, they were his friends, and if he asked, they'd give him that space. It didn't mean it'd last forever, or that Steve could stop being Captain America for long, but if he wanted to try, then Bucky'd support him the whole way. Just like he knew Steve would support him if he never wanted to fight again, no matter the circumstances calling for it.

His eyes flit up to meet Steve's, blue with a hint of green that hold him there. The way it made him feel to have his best friend here, putting some of his weight on him, looking at him in a way that makes Bucky feel like he deserves some of this - it makes him think that he's come home. Steve was right. The road might've been rough, and their paths separated for a time, but it'd always come right back to this.]

Never had the whole thing worked out, but.

[Bucky swallows, fingers flexing around Steve's hand. Touching isn't always easy but this time it is.]

Figured if I made it through the war, I'd come back to you. Probably look for factory work, maybe something at the docks. [Construction or general labor. Bucky never really thought too far ahead for himself.] You, though, you'd have done something great. Every time I thought of it, that's how it went.

Always were the smartest fella I knew and you were good with your art. If all this hadn't happened, you'd have still done somethin' amazing with your life, Steve.

[Bucky could have only hoped to come along for the ride.]