There was always a question Bucky had, constantly burning on the end of his tongue, eager to slip. Never had he had the courage to ask it out loud, but the endless craving for the answer tore up his stomach, especially when he was around Steve. Steve didn't like talking about home. At all. He never brought it up, so Bucky never found the right moment to ask. So one day, while they were eating at the diner, Bucky did something he truly thought he would never have the balls to do. "So, when am I meeting your mom?"