"Definitely not me. I'm fucking gorgeous," David answered immediately. His boyfriend was hitting that into his head enough these days that he was confident in it once again.

Still, he listened to what Bucky said and sighed, folding his hands in his lap. He supposed it was better to address this now rather than later. Anything less wasn't going to be fair to Bucky.

"There are many versions of Earth like yours, James. I come from one of them. I know who you are, and I have a very good idea of what you're worried I'd see. I agree, it wouldn't be pleasant. But that won't keep me from helping someone who needs it. My mental shields are as powerful as I can have them right now, for both our sakes. But even if I ran into a memory, I'd put it aside to help you. Because I expect that like our Sargent Barnes, you deserve to at least not have this particular weight cause you constant pain and problems."