The future, their future, was something that neither man could've ever predicted a century ago. They were on such a different path now that if someone would've told Bucky where he'd be in a hundred years he would've laughed and called that person a lunatic. It'd all happened, and now they were living in an alternate world of sorts, together, but not together and still the best of friends and happily in love with other people. It really was like having cake and getting to eat it, too. Sometimes Bucky still worried that there was some sort of impending doom lurking about just waiting to strike but ultimately he was just happy all the fucking time and goddammit they all fucking deserved it. Everyone in this weird town deserved it.
He heard Steve call back to him and smiled a bit as he walked toward the sound of his voice. "What? Never," he said, as he walked out back and through the door to find Steve. "I mean, I know I stood up a few dames way back when so the odds might've been semi-decent. But I'm not as much of a cad these days." He closed the gap to hug his best friend; a typical greeting. "Need any help back here?"