"You got to come home because that was the roll of the dice, Steve." She smiles, faintly. He knows how old she actually is now; he knows what war she lived through, what battle took place on her city's streets.

"It's nothing more meaningful or sinister than that. Not unless you want it to be. And that you supply yourself."

Then she shrugs. "But that's the topic of a different therapy session. Uh.

You said Bucky was different. How was he different?"