[ Bucky shakes his head. If he had to die, he'd rather it be with Steve. On that train, or on a crashing plane... hell, if none of this had happened they'd probably be senile old men together in some nursing home right about now. Either way? He'd die with, or for, Steve. That was just his life and he was okay with that. Steve was worth it, that little guy from Brooklyn was more than worth it. ]

It ain't following when we're going the same direction anyway. [ He says it a bit hoarsely, his throat still tight. ] Didn't I make it clear when we were kids? You're stuck with me, Rogers.