"We were." Steve confirms. He nods soberly along and holds still while Viatorus does...whatever it is he's doing. It's got to serve some purpose but it looks kind of silly form Steve's non-magic oriented perspective. "I showed him around Brooklyn. Bucky showed up, but...I almost always see buck in my dreams. He's the only friend I had for most of my life, so..." There's a shrug.

When you only know a few people, kind of hard to not dream about them if you're going to dream about anyone. Bucky and his Ma are the most frequent visitors when he sleeps.

"Nothing else. Nothing...outside of my dream, I mean."