“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Bucky looked down at his shoes.
Steve got up and crossed the room, sitting next to him. “This doesn’t change anything. It’s always been me and you, right down the line.”
Bucky raised his head and looking into Steve’s steady blue eyes. Cautiously he touched Steve’s hand. He started to jerk it back; it was his left, after all.
Steve wrapped his hand around Bucky’s, never dropping his gaze. “When I woke up here, I never thought I’d find anyone I could really be with. I wish you hadn’t gone through all of that, I wish things were different, and better. But I’m here, Bucky.” Reaching out he brushed a strand of long hair from his face. “And I feel the exact same way.”