"Come back? Yeah, obviously. I can't leave you alone to just eat pizza with a dog the rest of your life. Who's gonna look out for you? I'm not going anywhere, Buck. I just have to learn how not to be an idiot around you first." Steve rubs the back of his neck like he's still just a scrawny little guy.

And not this big, hulking linebacker. It's a little odd to see him like this, shoulders hunching to try to make himself smaller, more familiar a person to Bucky. He knows everything else isn't right.

"I guess I kinda... I am a werewolf. Sort of. Or like...part frost giant? I don't know how that translates now. But I'm still me. With like...control issues."