"And your best guy would kiss you for it right now if he could," Steve said low, pitched just for Jim. Because he remembered Bucky coming home after working at those places, making stew out of those potatoes, smiling about a bit of bacon he'd managed to wheedle out of Mr. McManus, the grocer, because it meant that stew would taste that much better.

"For now, though, you and me, we get to live the dream, eh?"

He gestured for Jim to lead.