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It was a bit of a bittersweet feeling to listen to Steve talk about the adventures he had with the Bucky from his world. From what it sounded like, they did a lot of the same things. Worked odd jobs here and there to make as much money as they could to both pay the bills and hopefully save enough for something special. "Mine too," he said, trying to be a bit reassuring as he gave Steve's shoulder a little squeeze. No matter what he and his Steve were facing right now, whatever changes their relationship went through, nothing could erase what had been. And a century ago, he'd been living a very happy life with his best friend, loving him whole heartedly and having the best time even when times were the hardest.
"Let's hit the woods first. Come back with a little stuff and see if it's what the people are looking for," Bucky suggested. If nothing else maybe they'd see some different little creatures wandering around out there. He was certainly interested to see what other kinds there were. "C'mon, pal." He clapped his shoulder again and started heading for what looked like a treeline.