Could it be enough? Could he look at this as a gift? A chance to let themselves explore what had been there and what might still be? They weren't in dire circumstances here. They weren't going to be punished or killed for being human with each other now. They'd always had to treat each moment they shared as potentially their last and that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for two people who'd loved as deeply as they did. She'd given him the gift of rediscovering his humanity and helped him feel things again. Ultimately that had been their downfall because he couldn't rein it in when faced with the thought she might be killed. But he hadn't been able to stop himself even knowing it might mean his death. So with that realization, maybe he understood why she did what she did. Maybe.
He hated it though, and he was still angry.
"You still think of me?" He asked, softer still. As mad as he was, he couldn't help but be curious. "Of what we could've been?" Bucky lifted a hand to cup her cheek. Looking down at her, he saw his Natalia and his heart both broke and felt full at the same time. This was why he'd kept his memories to himself. It was so much, so powerful. He wondered if it'd dulled for her since she had more time to let it go. But her words gave him hope, and hope was a little bit terrifying. "Lisichka, it's enough." Unable to help it, he leaned down and kissed her.