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A very sunny morning, Bucky is sitting at the kitchen table filling boring tax return forms for the first time after marrying Steve. And as he finishes to write down the spouse’s name, a happy tear he didn’t know was there falls over the paper and smudges the ink.
Steve notices from the other side of the table, extends his hand to cover Bucky’s and smiles.
“What a time to be alive, pal.”
