“We came to figure out why a Rift opened for exactly two minutes and then closed up again at one of our defunct bases,” Jack says, good-naturedly, glancing over his shoulder at Steve and Bucky.

The other Captain (that will get old, fast) has his gloved hands on Bucky’s shoulders, grip maybe a little too tight, though he is obviously trying not to squeeze too hard. “How did you— You fell and— that was years ago,” Steve breathes, before the hand on Bucky’s metallic socket gives him pause and causes his hand to slip down to his bicep. “What happened?”