Bucky/ Steve
What's complicated, really? That a real question there, Buck?
What am I supposed to do, ask her if she wants to go to Chili's? We stormed Normandy for Christ's sake. That's not where we were or are.
Yeah, I love her. I'm reasonably sure she loves me. We know each other. We trust each other. But I'm not even sure how to move on that without the 70 years where she lived happily without me and I dated her niece. Or whatever's happened the times I was here and don't remember.
And what if I've changed too much since the war.
And you kind of could go easy on her, you know. Even if your other favorite pasttime's giving me hell.