Steve and Bucky looked at one another. Bucky was class in the black leather uniform of the Winter Soldier, though minus the mask. Steve was a contrast, wearing comfortable slacks and a button down shirt.
Bucky arched a brow. Steve shrugged. "Space royalty," he said with a shrug. "Maybe we'll find you a girl."
Bucky snorted, but looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't have anything formal."
Steve grinned. "I'll show you the wardrobe."
Half an hour later, they returned, each wearing a stunned expression and their old dress uniforms from WWII. Or at least a damn good approximation. The name, medals, and commendation flags were correct, and they were sized perfectly. Bucky looked at Jane and announced, "Your ship can be a little too accommodating sometimes. Scary sort of accommodating."
He put the hat on his head, tilted ever so slightly. His hair was a bit longer, but otherwise, he looked just as he had the last day he and Steve had been together in Brooklyn, the last day before shipping out to England and war.
Steve smiled a bit as the nostalgia hit. But he reached out a hand and took Jane's as his smile warmed. "So what do we need to know about this total family? You said it might be a trap."