Katie had to admit she was a little excited when Steve invited her to join him and his friends for bowling, partly because she was great at bowling and couldn't wait to show off, but also partly because that cute mysterious friend of his would be there. She decided to bring her own friend along and Sharon was more than willing to go with her and be her wingwoman. They met the boys at the bowling alley, who had already grabbed a table and had their bowling shoes on.

"Sam!" Sharon cried, high-fiving him. "Good to see ya."

"Wait," said Katie, interrupting their reunion. "You two know each other?"

Sharon grinned clapping Sam on the back. "Of course, I knew Sam back in the S.H.I.E.L.D days." Bucky came over and she nodded at him too. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Bucky pursed his lips. "Better, thank you." he said, awkwardly.

Sharon looked around. "Where's Steve?" she asked Sam and Bucky, who exchanged a glance.

"Well, you see…" Sam started, but they were cut off by old Steve hobbling over.

"Sharon!" he cried, embracing her. She stared at him in horror. "Long time no see."

"Yeah…" She looked at him wearily. "What, uh, what happened to you?"

Steve looked down at himself. "Oh, you know, just a little time travel." he explained before giving her a sad smile. "I'm sorry things didn't work out between us."

Sharon shook her head, as if shaking off the memory of their kiss in front of the getaway car. "Don't mention it. Really, don't ever mention it."

There was an awkward silence before Sam cut in. "You know what, this is awkward, let's just bowl." He picked up a ball and headed for the lane. While Sam was going through all his pre-bowling rituals, Katie and Sharon discussed the possibility of snacks, because no bowling trip is complete without it.

"Should I go get a pizza?" suggested Katie.

Bucky perked up. "I can go with you." he offered.

Katie smiled at him and they left. Meanwhile, Sam had bowled a spare on his first turn and Steve was getting jealous.

"Can't beat that, Rogers!" cried Sam, smirking at him. "I bet you can't even pick up the bowling ball."

Steve turned up his nose at him. "Please. I'm a hundred and one, not dead." He straightened up and went to pick up an 14-pound ball. He strained for a full minute before Sam handed him a 6-pounder. Steve sniffed and carried the ball with two hands to the foul line, bending down to adjust his aim while Sharon and Sam judged from afar.

"Ten bucks he'll pull his back?" whispered Sam.

"Five." Sharon whispered back. They shook on it and went back to observing the proceedings.

Steve hurtled the ball down the lane - pulling his back in the process - but the ball did end up knocking out all the pins. Sam gasped in despair. "How!?"

"Hah!" cried Sharon. "You just got beat by a 100-year-old man!"

Sam shrunk down in his seat as Steve hobbled back over, clutching his back. "I'll need a masseuse after this." he muttered.

Meanwhile, Bucky and Katie were busy ordering the snacks from the restaurant next door to the bowling alley. "You're vegetarian or vegan, right?" asked Katie, as she observed the menu.

Bucky shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Katie chuckled and placed the order. "Yeah, same." She looked over at him and for the first time noticed his metal arm, which was now exposed because Bucky had opted to wear a quarter-sleeve shirt. He noticed her looking and he attempted to hide. "How did that happen?" asked Katie.

"I lost my arm in the war…" Bucky answered, cautiously, stretching his bionic fingers.

"That's…really, really cool." said Katie, eyeing the gold detailing etched into the metal.

Bucky smiled at her. "Most find it strange, so I keep it hidden." he explained.

"Why? I think it's awesome. Different, but awesome."

They grabbed their pizzas and headed back to the alley, where Steve and Sam were in a heated competition on who is the better bowler. "That's not fair, he's using a lighter ball!" cried Sam, as Steve scored yet another strike.

"SAM!" Bucky shrieked, running over to an exhausted Steve. "He's going to break his back!"

Sam shrugged. "It was his idea, not mine." he protested.

Steve shrugged Bucky off. "I will win." he groaned, dragging the ball and himself to the foul line. Bucky hauled him away and back to the table, where Sharon gave Steve an ice pack. He took it gratefully.

Bucky got up and took a ball from the conveyor belt with his metal arm. "Okay, now that's even more unfair!" whined Sam. "He's using his metal arm to throw it!" Bucky gave him a look and switched to his other arm, bending down to throw the ball. Steve wolf-whistled and both Sharon and Katie cried out in horror. Bucky glared at him and he cackled. He threw it and it ended up in the gutter. "W-what -" he spluttered. Sam laughed cruelly.

"You were aiming a little too far left." commented Katie. "Try centering your aim." He tried again and it also ended up in the gutter.

Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "I don't get this."

"Here," said Katie, getting up and taking the ball from him. "Let me try." She bent down and ended up hitting more than half the pins. Bucky looked on, impressed.

It was Sam's turn again and he went up, taking the ball from Katie, and bent down. "Wow!" cried Steve. "He also inherited America's ass!" Sam whipped around and gave him a look.

Sharon groaned. "Why are you joking about people's asses? Stahp."

"What?" laughed Steve. "They're just asking for it!"