"That's not all I remember," Bucky said gently. "I remember sleepovers at your house, and your ma bringing us hot chocolate and cookies. I remember you helping me pass Mrs. Wright's math class." He smirked. "I remember how you were always picking fights with George Horstmann."

Steve snorted. "George Horstmann was an asshole."

"He sure was. You know what else I remember?"

Steve nodded, eyes fixed intently on Bucky's face.

"I remember you and me kissing under the boardwalk at Coney Island." Bucky reached out and brushed an errant strand of hair back from Steve's face. "I remember you, Stevie."