Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
"I remember the market, Ma shopped there a lot. They had the imported flour that Ma liked using instead of the regular." Bucky's memory was full of details and holes. He wasn't sure sometimes what he was missing because it wasn't apparent until he ran into things. He knew there were gaps, like what his mother and father looked like, but he had a lot of details about them still.
Bucky sighed softly. "Would you, draw them for me? I know, it's a lot to ask, but it'd mean a lot to me. I don't remember Ma's face or Pa's." It broke Bucky up a bit, he had to look away. A man should remember his own mother's face.