Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers (MCU)
A hundred years. It was a long time, a real long time and in that amount of time things were going to change. They were not the people that they'd been, they weren't the people they'd be years from now. But they were going to do their absolute best to be in it together, just like always. Steve would do anything for Bucky, nothing was going to change that. They were brothers in arms, they were family, they were everything and Steve was so glad to see him with Clint. He didn't think it would have been as easy as it had been, to see him with someone. But it was. Clint was easy to like and all it had taken was seeing how happy Bucky was and he'd won over.
He knew what he meant. That little Tony was great, but he wasn't Tony, not his Tony. They'd found each other here and Steve could relax knowing that everyone he cared about was right there. If Bucky hadn't been with them, Steve would have had to fight to get back, to find him and make sure that things were okay. But he was here and so Steve relaxed into it a little more. He sat and wrapped his arm around Bucky's shoulders and pulled him in, resting his face against his hairline for a moment and breathing. "So what are you and your bird man got planned for Las Vegas?" Steve asked as he pulled away and took a sip of his drink.