Bucky sighed softly, and leaned back just enough so that he could put his forehead against hers. Words were nice, but they couldn't make magic if he was more messed up than he realized. He brought his hands up to push her hair back behind her ears. "I know she does, and I love her, and Stevie. And anymore that come. I just..." He took a steadying breath. "I need to know, if your words aren't magic... Will you hate me if Steve has to do all the work helping you make them?" He was pretty sure Steve wouldn't hate him. He'd had all his life to piss Steve off enough to chase him away.