"Buck – " he starts, and then stops, swallowing it. She called me Buck; like you do, almost exactly like that –

It's not like he hadn't thought, once – long ago, now – but the timing had never seemed right and then she and Bucky met and that was that. A small, selfish voice wonders if that other Steve and other Sharon are happy; sounds like they must be.

Hadn't she said something like that, once? Back when he first saw her in Wakanda? Maybe in another life. Seems she'd been right.

He shakes his head, firm, shedding the thought like water. "That's got nothing to do with our world," he says, determined. "You know that, right?"