Bucky hated that Steve had that wound, he hated that Steve would ever be in pain ever, but he couldn't exactly wrap the man in cotton wool and keep him from harm his whole life. Not when most of the things that hurt Steve were internal, his body failing him more often than not.

"Maybe it will. We don't know, Steve, we can never know what the future is going to hold. We just have to do what we think is the right thing, and hope that it works out for the best."

He reached out and flicked some of the pastry crumbs from Steve's cheek, fond and warm and totally in love. Some people might say it was too fast or stupid or whatever, but he just felt as if they had known each other forever. They were meant to be, it's just like-- no matter what reality, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers always came as a pair.

"If you have any more of these dreams, see if you can remember to ask what the hell is gonna happen when we do show up there, and what we need to do."

He'd try to remember that too, but... well, he apparently wasn't getting the dreams.