Steve looked up at him slowly. “You… you remember…” he said quietly. “You remember us?” He set the bottle down on the coffee table and gripped Bucky’s hand in his own. “What do you remember? When did you remember?”
Bucky couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel Steve’s hand in his own. “I’ve remembered bits and pieces.” he replied. “I remember going out and pretending we were takin’ girls out but we’d never bring them home and we shared your bed.” he replied. “I remember always bein’ worried about ya when ya got real sick. Singing ya to sleep and the slow dances in the kitchen…” he licked his lips and smiled, his accent coming out thicker as emotion welled in his chest at confirmation that he wasn’t dreaming. “It started before you found me in Bucharest. But it wasn’t clear enough, and real small bits, like flashes.” he explained. “Being out of cryo finally gave me time to put them together. That’s part of why I asked Shuri to help me find you. I needed to find you.”
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