1940s

I strode up to the front door of Bucky and Steve's Brooklyn flat and knocked. Bucky, pre-metal arm mind you, answered the door. He gave me a weirded out look after taking in my garb and blocked the door so I couldn't get in.

"Добрый вечер, мистер Барнс.(Good evening, Mr. Barnes)" I said with the hope that he knew Russian already. Bucky gave me an amazed look.

"Кто ты, черт возьми?А откуда ты знаешь мое имя?(Who the hell are you? And how do you know my name?)" Bucky asked, sounding suspicious as fuck.

"Я из будущего, когда ты меня знаешь. Я пришел поговорить с вами о чем-то. У тебя есть минутка?(I'm from the future, when you know me. I came to talk to you about something. Do you have a moment?)" I replied.

"Ладить с ней. Мы можем поговорить прямо здесь. Чего ты хочешь?(Get on with it. We can talk right here. What do you want?)"Bucky snapped.

"Ты влюблен, не так ли?(You're in love, aren't you?)" I asked.

Bucky's jaw dropped and his cheeks turned red. He closed the door behind him and sank down on the front steps, trying to cover up his blush. "Как вы могли бы сказать, сэр?(How could you tell, sir?)" Bucky murmured.

"Ты любишь Стива и в будущем. Пара из вас вышла замуж и имела четверых детей.(You love Steve in the future too. The pair of you got married and had four children.)" I said softly. Bucky made a noise of disbelief.

"В самом деле? Я должен жениться на Стиви? А потом было четверо детей? Боже, я слишком много работаю.(Really? I got to marry Stevie? And then had four children? Jesus Christ, I work too hard.)" Bucky laughed.

"Ну, сэр, это правда. У вас есть два мальчика, девочка и ребенок, который классифицируется как ни тот, ни другой.(Well, sir, it's true. You have two boys, a girl, and a child who classifies as neither.)" I assure him.

"That's cool." Bucky said, finally letting the Russian conversation end. He nodded, closing his eyes and imagining his future family, no doubt.

"Bucky~! Where did you disappear to this time?" Steve called from inside the house. Bucky smiled, looking back at the door.

"Well. I'd better not keep you. Go see what your future husband wants. Just...don't say anything about our little chat, okay?" I asked, standing up. Bucky stood up too and turned around, facing the door. He opened it and when he was about to close it behind him, he looked back, but I was already gone.

"Bucky! There you are!" Steve said, glomming onto the brunette.

"Yeah, baby, here I am. I just needed some fresh air and some time to reflect upon myself." Bucky replied, kissing Steve on the cheek.