Bucky laughs at that, a breathy noise. He knows exactly what Steve means, doesn't need to ask for clarification. He smiles. "Yeah. Probably." He winks, and can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of his throat. "Probably means they'd like you, don't you think?" he says, trying to picture Steve as a goat farmer. It's a funny thing to imagine, and it makes him feel less exhausted. Just the little image in his head.

"I'd like that," he agrees, nodding. "You'n me, partners. That's what you were always waiting for, right, the right partner?" Bucky can't help it, because the world might have changed around them, but this is one of those things that has changed for the better.

"That's accepted here, you know? It's not something I asked about, but it's something I've seen here. The farmers around here are fine with it, they do it. Hell, the Dora Milaje are proud as hell about it, say it makes 'em stronger." He brushes his hand against Steve's cheek, brushing through his beard. "White Wolf and the Captain together? The entire country'll be singing our praises." He leans in, close enough to brush his lips against Steve's cheek. "And they're not the sort to let it be a big deal."