If there's one constant in life, it's the general unfairness of the universe. Maybe one day Bucky will remember. Or maybe the other man really never existed for him. Either way hardly matters in the doorway of the coffee shop, and Bucky looks over his shoulder before taking a step back, still holding the door.

"Heard it a few times," he answers. Maybe he just has one of those faces. Or maybe he really needs to sit down and consider the whole multiverse thing. "I'd say the coffee here is great but I don't actually know yet."