Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Bucky looked over at Steve, and then felt a little embarrassed. God, how was he supposed to talk about this right now? Well, it's not like they were all sexual memories and he still felt swamped so he could talk about some of them. "Sometimes smells really trigger things. I smelled these flowers that were like the ones Ma liked and I almost remembered her face, but I got a lot of her hands and her in general from that."
Rubbing his face with both hands, Bucky steadied himself. "Hmm, so I guess, me spending so much time close to you, your smell imprinted on me too." He felt so dumb saying that out loud. "I got you being sick, there are so many memories of you being sick in here," he tapped lightly at his temple, "and us on the floor on cushions as young kids, and reading to you when I was... holding you? Was I holding you in my lap because you were sick?" He tilted his head, that was a strange one. "And... other stuff." Yeah, that was not what he was going to describe at the moment.