"By your standards? Probably." Bucky rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to push away his embarrassment and not succeeding very well. Was this how Steve had always felt, back then? Awkward and gangly and nervous? No wonder his best friend had lousy luck with the ladies.

"I was born in 1917. Live most of my life in that era." He shrugged, dropping his hand again and stuffing them both in his pockets. Just so he had something to do with them.