he who hesitates is toast

She leans forward to study him. Her hands are older now, frail, but there's warmth still in the palm she cups to his cheek. He, like Steve, looks the same age as he had been, but there are differences, too.

The hair, for one. And Bucky Barnes had always had laughter in his eyes and a smile on his lips, the charming rogue. A troubled look crosses over her face like a shadow, before she frowns again. "Then... it did change? The future?"