"That's the first thought I ever had about him," Steve grinned. The amber glow of the inset lighting made rings around his pupils. It was hard for anyone to look more beautiful that this right now, man or woman, regardless of personal preference for that sort of thing. His hair seemed to sparkle too. This place was glorious and Steve looked like he belonged here, still covered in dirt and smiling as if nothing was wrong for anyone in the universe. "The second was of how much like Howard he is."

Steve put an arm around Bucky's shoulders. It was a loose, friendly gesture. They ate together and Barton told them about the survey of the moon and about the crumbling Villages at the northern cap and the extensive maze of tunnels beneath the surface. "There are herds of these things that look like purple giraffes, but their legs are really short and their necks extra long. It was so weird," Barton said. "Not as weird as the giant mushroom trees though. When this is over and we're settled for awhile, it's going to be pretty interesting to explore."

Exploration was the topic on Steve's mind that night too, as he laid in the cot next to Bucky's. He hadn't taken one of the beds for himself. Someone else would need that, he figured. A cot was fine with him.

"This is nothing I ever imagined for us," Steve said wistfully, hands clasped behind his head. "I thought maybe we would go to Africa and hunt lions one day but this is so much....more."