Steve thinks back to their body swapping adventure with a thoughtful hum. He's not sure how to talk about it politely, without ruining the nice visit they're having. But he's determined to try, because with everything that happened at the time, they hadn't really ever had the chance to talk about it then.
"Harrow and I were ourselves. I was back in my apartment in Brooklyn and was gonna show him around. Tings were...fuzzy around the edges like any other dream. It seemed to take no time at all to show him the place I took art classes at, the place where Bucky and I worked sometimes, the movie theater. But, Viatorus I was dreaming a lot about home back then. I didn't want to be awake. When I was sleeping, I was always home. I figured it out when Bucky showed up. It was the same dream I had lots of nights. Being back home, seeing Buck....and realizing he had to leave. Go to war. Without me. And if it was a good dream we'd split up just like we did. And..if it wasn't...I'd see what he became. And he'd usually kill me. It was a reoccurring nightmare I had a lot, back then."
Steve shrugs his shoulders while he takes a sip from his coffee.
"I'm not hiding in the past nearly so much, these days. But Me, Harrow, and Bucky all looked normal. I don't really remember there being too many other folks. Like, they were there. New York's a busy town. But it was almsot like they were background fixtures. I didn't notice 'em much."
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"Harrow and I were ourselves. I was back in my apartment in Brooklyn and was gonna show him around. Tings were...fuzzy around the edges like any other dream. It seemed to take no time at all to show him the place I took art classes at, the place where Bucky and I worked sometimes, the movie theater. But, Viatorus I was dreaming a lot about home back then. I didn't want to be awake. When I was sleeping, I was always home. I figured it out when Bucky showed up. It was the same dream I had lots of nights. Being back home, seeing Buck....and realizing he had to leave. Go to war. Without me. And if it was a good dream we'd split up just like we did. And..if it wasn't...I'd see what he became. And he'd usually kill me. It was a reoccurring nightmare I had a lot, back then."
Steve shrugs his shoulders while he takes a sip from his coffee.
"I'm not hiding in the past nearly so much, these days. But Me, Harrow, and Bucky all looked normal. I don't really remember there being too many other folks. Like, they were there. New York's a busy town. But it was almsot like they were background fixtures. I didn't notice 'em much."