“I told him I enlisted,” Bucky said lowly into his beer, not looking up. I can see that: All Bucky wanted was to stay in Brooklyn, chasing skirts, double-dating, working three jobs to make sure he and Stevie ate something that night, making sure Steve doesn't die from pneumonia or some bully whose fists could hit the right mark...Steve wanted to fight, to help, but all Bucky wanted. Was just. To stay. With the dumb kid who he thought he would always be beside until the end of the line.
