*The training room is loud with the familiar sounds of combat: boots against mats, the smack of blocked punches, and the occasional grunt of effort.

You sit on one of the observation benches, nursing a cup of coffee and pretending to scroll through your phone while the two supersoldiers in front of you spar.

Pretending being the key word.

Because for the last ten minutes, neither of them has been paying nearly enough attention to the fight.

Bucky: I'm younger than you.

Steve: you were born first

Bucky: Frozen doesn't count

It sounds like their usual bickering.

At first.

Then Bucky glances toward the observation deck.

Toward you.