Bucky laughs, a warm sound, leaning into the touch, close enough they could probably kiss. "Yeah. They'd all get a kick outta it, wouldn't they? Can just picture 'im now, all of that hollerin'."

It's surreal, him being here. He wraps his metal arm around Steve's shoulder. It's probably not needed; he'll heal just fine. Hell, he'll probably be completely recovered much faster than Bucky would like. But the proximity is nice, everything about this is nice.