Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Bucky nodded. It made sense they might sit like that if he was reading to Steve. Maybe it helped Steve breathe easier? He seemed to have a vague memory of Steve's Ma telling him to let Steve feel him breathing to try to match Bucky easier. "I liked reading to you. I read to my sisters too. I liked reading. It was... I started getting books to read before I came here. To see if I could still enjoy it. It wasn't bad." He had a small smile on his face.
Looking at Steve, Bucky debated saying something. It was real right? That's what he so desperately wanted to ask. It felt real, but what if it had been crazy dreams and nothing else? He had too concrete of details for that, right? "It's... we did that, it's real right?" He said so softly Steve could ignore it if he wanted to, eyes still on Steve. "I... remember and sometimes my memories, I'm not sure if they're right."