Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Bucky ended up sitting heavily on one of the benches at the table. "It's been awhile, since that happened. Sorry." He gave his head a shake then thought better of it and winced. Massaging his left temple with his metal fingers he didn't really notice they were different than his other anymore.
"You smell the same," he said quietly, not looking at Steve, eyes unfocused, "as before. It made me remember a lot, related to that." He wasn't exactly paying attention to his words, he was letting his mind catch up.