A/N: This is the end of this story, but Lucky will be back in the future! I'm planning on starting Steve's story next, and I'm super excited about it. My sister's on board for it, too, so you know it'll be good. I might also be currently writing a 4+1 fic featuring James and Luna's time as goat herders. (Goats are surprisingly sassy, y'all.)

If you didn't already know, this is all a part of my Phil Coulson is a Squib 'verse, so if you go to my profile, there's more in this series! (I'm also on Ao3, so if you want to find me there, it's easier to follow the series as a whole.)

You've all been the greatest readers an author can ask for, so thank you!

James pauses, just before the door, and stares at it.

It's been months. He has a shiny new arm, and multiple visits with Hermione have brought back as much of his memory as they could get. He's more himself than he's been in decades, and still he hesitates.

A slim hand steals into the crook of his elbow. He turns his head and smiles at Luna. She bounces up on her toes for a second, leaving a brush of a kiss on his lips.

"There's nothing to be worried about," she says.

"Yeah, you're right," he says, and pushes the door open.

In the room on the other side, a blond man, and a red-haired woman rise from the sofa. The woman gives no reaction. The man's blue eyes widen.

"Bucky?"

"Heya, punk," says James. "It's not the end of the line yet."

"You jerk," Steve chokes out, and then James has got arms full of a super-soldier, and they're both pretending they're not crying. When they finally break apart, he glances at the woman.

"Natalia?"

"Yasha," Natalia says, with the tiniest hint of a familiar smile. He's glad to see her, the only person who was ever the Winter Soldier's friend, however short-lived his freedom was then.

"How much do you remember?" Steve asks, with a sort of fearful hope.

"A lot," James tells him. "Too much. Too little." Natalia looks like she understands.

"Well, you remembered enough to get a dame on your arm," Steve smirks, nodding at Luna, who's been sort of staring off into space above their heads. She does that a lot, and James is never sure if she's seeing anything important up there, so he doesn't usually interrupt.

"Oh," she says, as if she's just realized there are people other than James in the room. (It's very possible.) "Hello. I'm Luna."

"Luna? Luna Lovegood?" Steve asks, with blatant surprise in his tone.

"Yes, that's right," she says airily. Steve stares at her.

"Sorry," Steve says, finally seeming to notice James's attempt to put daggers in him with his eyes. "I've just heard a lot about you." He ducks his head a little, attempting (and failing) to hide a blush that James sees immediately.

"Did she mention me? How lovely," Luna says, smiling widely at Steve, who looks lost for words. James can't blame him, she does that to him frequently, but he also can't help but notice…

"Finally figured out how to talk to a gal, huh, Stevie?"

Steve blushes harder, and Natalia rolls her eyes. It's good to know some things never change.

"Well, she must be a real spitfire," James drawls, with a grin, relishing in how easy it is to fall right back into teasing his best friend. But he knows Steve didn't just come to catch up. "Now, what've you got yourself tangled up in this time, punk?"

Steve lets out a long breath, and the air grows serious.

"You up to help save the universe?"