Steve could argue with him--right here isn't where Steve is, no matter what Bucky might mean by it--but he just smiles at Bucky and looks back up at the sky.

The moon is so low he feels like he could reach up and brush it with his fingers.



In the morning, he wakes up alone.



There's no sign of a visitor around the campfire.

Of course there isn't.



Steve packs up his things, makes sure there's water within reach, and gets back on his motorcycle.


It's time to go home.