Bucky snorts, lacing his fingers with Steve's because, "Hell yeah, I remember. God, I really wish I'd had a cellphone back then. I coulda made a picture or your face right after show up whenever you called me, how great would that have been?"

Dum Dum had been, to say the least, marginally famous for the bad, barely drinkable alcohol concoctions he'd always seemed to get ahold of - and fill his canteen with. "Morita was always swiping that shit to disinfect wounds, although I'm surprised it never killed anybody instead," Bucky points out, bumping elbows with Steve.

(And if Steve thinks Bucky isn't still paying attention to his every move for adverse effects... well, sometimes Steve's a little thick.)

"We are goin' the right way... right?"