[Steve doesn't take his shoes off, but he does crouch down right in front of the pond to watch the ducks and the fish. He kind of wishes he'd brought some bread with him now, to feed them, but maybe that's something they can do another time.

At Bucky's question, Steve glances back over his shoulder at him. He realizes that it's overwhelming, there's a whole history, years and years spent together -- where do you even begin with something like that?]

Do you have any half-formed memories? Stuff that... you're not sure if it really happened or not? Or just something you're curious about?

[Steve shrugs and then draws his fingers through the water, watches as it ripples outward.] Otherwise, I can just start telling you whatever comes to mind.