Steve can't help but to scoff and it's a tired sound but it's so much lighter than anything that's come out of his mouth in far too long. This feels so much better. This feels right. The nightmares will take a long time to stop but they aren't real anymore. They've put it back to rights.

Bucky is here and alive.

"Me? A farmer? I've never even grown a potted plant and you know it. They'd kick me to the curb faster than I'd get tossed into the alleys back home back before...everything." Steve's not sure what kind of useful things Bucky's picked up during his time spent recovering in Wakanda but being on the run shockingly did not turn Steve to a live of rural cultivation and development.