"I'll call. But he's going to want to see you. Maybe yell at you," Bucky warns. "Maybe not, though. He's nicer than I am." Sometimes, anyway. He and Steve always got along really well, while Bucky and Sam always butted heads, so maybe Sam would just take one look at him and fold him into a hug. A proper one, not the stupid clingy shit that's all Bucky's capable of in the hug department these days.

He shifts aside and pushes to his feet so he can fish the phone out of his jacket pocket and not be talking right in Steve's ear when he dials. "Hey, Sam? Hey, we've gotta talk. Something weird's come up. --No, I mean weirder than that. Steve's here." A pause. "No, young Steve." Another pause, this one longer, and Bucky starts to pace around, further away from Steve. "Yeah, Sam, I know how it sounds. I already checked for face masks and I'm pretty damn sure I'm not hallucinating. It's him. --Yeah, I know. I know. You wanna see him or what? --That's what I thought. No, I'm at Stark's old cabin. Upstate New York. Yeah, I know. We can meet you there, yeah. You'll probably get there faster than us. You've got the key still, right? Right, okay. See you then."

And that's that. He hangs up and stares at his phone for a long minute.