"One last time," Steve promised with a smile, sliding his shield onto his back, "joining the good fight."

Bucky snorted, but kept it to himself as he checked his holsters. "Sure," he agreed, hooking a hand behind Steve's neck and drawing him in, resting their brows together and looking into those bright, determined blue eyes, knowing it would never be the last time, not so long as Steve had breath in his body, "one last time."