"I'm right here," Bucky tells him, as stubborn as ever.

The sky over the Grand Canyon is impossibly clear, the stars specks of icy fire against the deep black of space. But for that and the quiet peace of the night itself, they could almost be back in one of the makeshift campsites the Howling Commandos had occasionally used, jawing back and forth by the fire while the others slept.

"Just like always."