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Look, if you're gonna send me somewhere, take your time and do it right. Go in with a plan.

Yeah, it'd be nice if you could find Natasha, but— you can't force it. You can't force her to do anything. And you're not gonna send me anywhere because you're crap at writing applications.

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[He grew up grumpy :|]

So, 1943. Or thereabout.

[ Quit being a crumb, crumb! ]

It's not bad for wartime, 1943. I reckon we'll all have a pretty good time, right, Mister B? It's shaping up to be a good year.

It— it seemed longer than it was, I guess.

I get the feeling I'm not s'posed to say much more than that.

And cripes, you look like a bona fide hero, Mister B. Guess you'd hafta be crackers to ever wanna turn back the clock.

No.

I mean, God, there have been times when I wanted to turn back the clock more than anything.

But that isn't how things work. [Usually.]

Oh.

You don't seem so happy with things, Buck.

I'm fine. [He realizes that might not sound super convincing.]

I'm a lot better than I was then, really. And I probably shouldn't've said anything.

Well, the Bucky I know would've told me if something'd got him down.

An' he's doing better than 'fine.'

I was a liar back then, you know.

-- You're just tryin' t'rattle me; you've always been a bully. Cut it out.

Ouch. [But he smiles, for a second.]

It's true, though. I was always pretending to be a lot tougher than I was.

But that's where I come in, Bucky! Say it ever gets -- heavy, say there's a load you can't bear on your own. You know I will.

... Would've.

You've got your own stuff to carry.

And besides, I made it out alright. I had a lot of help.

-- A heckuvalot less stuff than you, pal, 'cause I don't bottle it up and put a stopper on it! [ Grudging relief ensues. ]

Now what'm I s'posed to say to my Bucky?

I don't think you're supposed to say anything. Hell, I wasn't supposed to say anything, either.

I can skip those tidbits, hand to heart! I'm a regular vault.

But if you're telling the truth, now what do I say to make y -- him feel better than just 'fine'?

It's okay to feel fine every once in a while, you know.

You look sad when you say 'fine,' is all.

Damn, you make it sound like all I did was sit around and mope.

When I know for a fact that you never wanted to do anything fun.

Now that's full of beans and so are you, Bucky. If I weren't around to knock some sense into you, why-!

Say, how many times'd I hafta lift you outta trouble, anyway? I lost count somewhere after twenty-four... thousand.

Nope, I'm not going back on it.

And I don't believe you can count to twenty-four thousand.

Stubborn and nuts. For a second there I thought you'd grown up!

You're the boss, applesauce. I gotta start chargin' you per pick-up and drop-off. I'll let you open a tab, but only 'cause you're my friend.

You're not gonna make any money off me. Army salary.

I also accept Dinner Unit caramels.

Nice try.

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