Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Bucky marveled at how strong Steve's shoulder felt under his cheek. Nothing like the boniness of the past. It was strange but not bad. Steve resting his head against Bucky was comfortable and comforting. They should be close like this more often, it was nice. Maybe they could, going forward. Bucky wanted to be someone who could touch other people if he wanted to. Who could be touched.
"It's... I wanted to see them. I want to get my memories straight. I wanted to talk to you about what you'd drawn. I knew you chronicled so much. I feel like, they've stolen my chance at my memories with you from then too, by stealing your sketchbooks."