You would. [Bucky knows probably better than anyone your enthusiasm for pushing the limits, especially now that the limits are so much higher, so he's really not shocked at all that Steve's intrigued by the idea of flying. Hell, even he's a little tempted by the prospect.

Part of him wants to ask a little more about Sam, or maybe wants to tell him straight out that he's glad he's got friends, that it's a good thing he's got good people watching his back, but he doesn't. It'll lead down a path of feeling shitty about getting killed, about not being there for Steve when he needs it, and he's tired of it, too.

Tired in general, really, but especially tired of going in circles about that.

So he just listens, and grins back, and then elbows Steve gently, because don't be a sissy, Rogers.]

The future doesn't seem so bad. Not like we were always full of rainbows and sunshine back before stuff got really bad, right?

[The grin holds for a couple seconds after and then fades a little, replaced by a look of casual concern. Bucky might look hollow eyed and tired, but he can still turn this around and make sure his friend's not barely holding it together too. Assuming Steve tells anything close to the truth, anyway.]

You doing okay?