It was more like something that shouldn’t have happened outside of fiction, but Fate was certainly having quite a good laugh at their situation, probably finding it amusing that people that had been so close in the first stages of their lives, could be in such different places at the moment, close but at the same time so far away from each that really that first life they shared could have not happened at all. “You’re not exactly that old, or at least not technically.” They were probably around the same age if they counted the seventy years that have passed; Bucky was just a year older than her after all. “…No beard.”

There was a small shrug in answer to his question. “I don’t know, maybe you will due to muscle memory.” Which might account to the fact of her being able to fight her way out of SHIELD that first time not long after she had woken up and still feeling a bit dazed, not to mention confused at the sheer lie they had tried to feed her with and to apparently ease her into this century, they had clearly failed with that.

Remembering whatever dance knowledge she had and certainly made easier when he seemed to react more naturally than her, her hand came to rest on his shoulder and she took a bit of steadier hold of his hand, also out of habit she looked down to make sure she wasn’t stepping on him and was just a bit surprised she seemed to fall rather naturally into pace with him, easily letting him lead her in this. When she looked up, she wasn’t surprised when she noticed that he was staring at her and she looked back at him steadily, trying not to feel so weird that they were having their first slow dance under these kinds of circumstances. “I guess not, at least I don’t seem to have two left feet as I did before.”