"You awake, Stevie?"
"Yeah. Everything okay?"
"I'm good. Tonight was good."
"Yeah, it was."
"Natasha said something."
"Uh oh."
"No, it was okay."
"So what'd she say?"
"She said it would be good for me to help someone else out, to think of something besides myself."
"That's a little harsh, considering the last seventy years."
"Maybe, but I think she was right."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
…
"Steve, I can't ever make up for what I did, but maybe, once the triggers are gone, maybe I can move forward, maybe I can – I don't know – help."
…
"I love you, Bucky."