The thing that Steve liked the most about Bucky is their shared past. Bucky would always be that kid he'd known forever, that kid who always protected him. And, sometimes, Bucky pulled him out of trouble when nobody else would have. That's what they did, they had each other's back. Always had, always would. For Steve, it may have taken them a little while longer to get here, but there was no way he was going back now.

"If I had my choice, room would be nice."

He remembered their little apartment so long ago. He'd keep his sketches out, not bothering to hide anything when he went to art school. Bucky always had seemed so interested in his work, even when it wasn't his best stuff. "Maybe a little art office," he said with a laugh "I could draw you like a french girl," he teased.