"I wish we could, Bucky," Steve responded sadly. "I've wished that a few times since waking up. We're stuck here. We'll make the most of it."

He didn't know how to handle the violent, almost whiplashing of emotions, and didn't know what else the man remembered. Steve's forehead creased, trying to make sense of the words, "I'm still proud of you. I always will be. What do you mean you didn't want to go?"