Once upon a time, there were two really superly good friends. How superly good? So superbly good that they both ended up becoming superheroes! First there was Steve (aka Captain America, defender of freedom and looking good in spangly outfits). His best friend was Bucky, a salt of the earth regular Joe, the kind who would back you up in a bar fight and let you doodle on his metal arm (not like he ever had one, obvs.) They were the best friends, and did best of friend things, like taking care of each other, going to the movies, and making sure that the other ate at least three meals a day and exercised regularly (cholesterol! It's the worst, amirite?) Every night before bed, these two rag-tag best friends would tell each other they everything was going to be okay, and that the world was a great place to be just because they had each other.
And then one day, something horrible happened. JUST KIDDING! Nothing bad ever happened because they love each and never once had to miss hanging out together because they were always together because they love each other. They both lived happily ever after, watching movies, saying "Aww shucks!" and having barbeques until the end of their days. THE HAPPY EVER END.