Re: Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
That made sense, Steve thought. Scents could bring up some vivid memories. He got that too, sometimes. The smell of pies being baked, or the way that even now Brooklyn sort of had this -- something to it. Something in the streets that always reminded him of back home. So he nodded, careful and understanding.
"You read to me a lot," he said after a moment, and it didn't quite answer the question so much as confirm that it was a thing they'd done, yes. "It was one of my favorite things." He hadn't always been sick for it, either, even if he had always had bad eye sight and too much reading tended to give him headaches and make him feel sick anyway. "Other stuff," he repeated, not quite sounding curious because as much as he was occasionally naive and ignored things right in front of him, he wasn't stupid. He knew what they'd done, back then. He knew that at some point Bucky would remember it -- if he hadn't already.