As the Quinjet approached New York, Steve gave Bucky a reassuring nudge. "It'll be okay."
Bucky just nodded, looking out the window at the approaching skyline.
Steve didn't push it. Following Bucky's gaze, he said, "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"I guess," Bucky said quietly. "Nothing's like it used to be."
Steve nodded. "When I came home, I went out to Brooklyn, but it was just - it might as well be another planet."
"It's not home anymore."
"That's okay, baby." Steve put an arm around him. "You and me, we'll make a new one."
Bucky almost smiled. "That's pretty mushy, Rogers."