Later that night, Steve was almost asleep when Bucky came into his room and sat on the bed beside him. A little groggy, he propped himself up on his elbows. "Buck?"
"Do you remember when I used to run errands for Joey Singer?"
It took Steve a few seconds to understand the question, it was so out of the blue, then another few to cast his mind back to their old lives. "The bookie?"
"Yeah. He was one of Harry Gross' boys. Ma hated me working for him, but it helped put food on the table." Bucky shrugged. "You know."