This isn’t the time to talk. Shield up, moving out front as they sweep with Bucky checking any off shooting corridors they pass, Steve knows he should stay quiet. Even if they’ve been making a lot of noise. Even if he already swept this level. Even if they’re only looking for the dead.

“Still haven’t come to terms with losing you, pal,” the blond says in a low voice that bounced off the inward curve of the shield. “But that’s a good thing right? Because I haven’t. You just took a sixty year detour and got a nice hand.”