You know? After all this time, and everything he's been through, no one has asked him that. You're all right, Cap, and it was an order, not a question. Steve knows how to take an order far better than he knows when to stop, when to think, when to let it all settle, and so his gut reaction is to say yeah, of course.

He frowns. The soft lead of the pencil he was playing with has broken off between his fingers, and he rubs it into granuals of black powder.

"Do ... do you know Agent Peggy Carter? And ... Sergeant Bucky Barnes? James. James Barnes."