"Not repeating it is the whole reason I'm so glad to be here." Bucky turned his gaze briefly up, searching for the flash of reflected sunlight like a giant star in the daytime sky, where the ship was. "I guess most of the transplants are pissed and wanna go home, but me? I'd stay here forever if I could."

Nobody chasing him. Nobody hunting him. Nobody threatening to take his mind away from him and turn him into a killing machine again. Yeah, life in the distant reaches of time and space was pretty good, as far as Bucky was concerned.