It's been a rough night.

Bucky's memory is still patchy at best, and he can't sleep without waking up screaming. Steve won't sleep if Bucky can't.

They sit in the dark, on couch cushions Steve insists they pull onto the floor for some reason. He says they used to do this when they were kids. Bucky accepts it, even if he doesn't quite understand it.

"What was I like?" Bucky wants to know. "Before."

"You were great." Steve tells him, quietly. "Real upstanding guy. Always looking out for the little guy. ...That was me."

Bucky snorts.

"I saw the pictures, but I still don't believe it. You're bigger than I am."

"Scout's honor." Steve holds up two fingers, and Bucky surprises himself by chuckling at it.

"You were really popular." Steve goes on. "Always were. The girls loved you. You'd keep trying to set me up with somebody and they'd just want to go out with you instead."

"Except Agent Carter… Peggy Carter." Bucky says suddenly. There's a light in his eyes that wasn't there a moment ago, and it's clear something has come back.

"... Yeah. … Except Peggy." Steve's expression shifts, and though Bucky is proud of having remembered, he's sorry he said anything. The woman he thinks he remembers would be very very old by now. 70 years plus around… he'd give her 25, and - Oh….

He knows Steve never got a chance to take her dancing…