"How is it possible that we're in a Library that spans worlds that's run by a guy that looks like the Grim Reaper and a talking cat?" It wasn't really that weird. The whole "aliens are trying to take over the world" thing had reset Steve's measure of weird. 'Impossible' was just a word now. "I think in a place like this, anything can happen. Everyone's having strange dreams. Maybe the Library picked up one of yours and found a way to project it."

If that was true, at least it had been a dream about them as kids instead of horrors in Bucky's subconscious.

The comment about not needing to protect Bucky had Steve giving his friend a faux innocent look. "I was like those little dogs that don't know they're little. I thought I was the size of a St. Bernard when I was really a teacup poodle."

Keeping an eye on their surroundings, he wondered how exactly he should guard against something that came out of the mind. Did that mean it could manifest anywhere? "I can tell you if what you remember is right."