Steve let out a huff of breath that could almost be a laugh. "Yeah." It all felt so, so long ago. He could barely imagine anymore, his biggest worry being whether or not he'd have enough money for those new pencils he wanted or his biggest enemy being Robby Thomas from two blocks over.
He was quiet while Bucky cleaned his arm, not even bothering to wince at he sting of the alcohol, staring at his hands in his lap.
"You think it'll ever end?" he asked a minute or two later, his voice quiet, something that would have sounded more at home in that 90 pound body.