Usually it's Jack telling it and me groaning in the corner with retrospect embarrassment. But we managed to live somehow...

[And now for the other side, his eyes flicking to Bucky briefly, before back to his reflection. Normally he didn't divulge this information so freely, but people usually just took him and Jack for granted instead of wondering about what had been before.]

...He wouldn't have lived long if I'd left him behind. I figured... I... well, yeah. Two were better than one. One could be the bait.

[It had been far more complex than that, but he didn't want to bore Bucky with that]

And then we just... stuck it out together. And haven't stopped since.