[Any other moment, Bucky would be angry at those words, at what they display, but now? With the way they give just enough light for him to see Steve in the dark, illuminated with that faint, eerie glow?
Damn if he couldn't be more grateful for the light.]
Yeah. It's me.
[And it is, as Steve should see as he walks closer; that same, slight smile, his hair if a little longer than it was during war, nowhere near the length Steve would have seen it last... his left arm there, intact, with no metal in sight.]