Bucky hopes so, he really fucking does. He's only just gotten to the point that he thinks he can rebuild a stable friendship with Steve, it would be a cruel twist of fate indeed for them to be permanently separated like this. Even worse, for him to find new life only to find his friend dead. There's a clear flicker of concern that passes across his face, but he doesn't press the point.

At any rate, it gets muted behind something incredulous, because Peter did you listen to yourself? The wizard you were with and the fourteen million outcomes he telepathically watched?

It's too serious a subject to be a smart ass about, fortunately.

"Hope you're right," He mutters instead, eyes dropping, clearly doubtful. He shrugs a shoulder, "Otherwise, as far as afterlives go, I guess this one's not so bad."