Leave it to Steve to say all of the right words. Bucky looked terrible, but he had to grin when the blond sat across from him, knees up. He remembered him being so small.. That image was still first and foremost in his mind. He remembered his life around the war so clearly. The initial experiments, Steve finding him, and the train, those were blurry and difficult to grasp, so he didn't even try. "Doesn't matter. I'm all sorts of messed up but you're still taller than me and yeah, we're together again. So that's something."

Whatever Wanda did to block the trauma was a small miracle. Bucky was still a little shaken and every time he saw his hand he broke out into a sweat or started to hyperventilate. But it was a start.

"Guess...it's my turn for those cushions on the floor," he said as it was growing dark outside. He'd moved to Steve side and while he wasn't touching him, he almost was and that felt good too. Maybe one day he'd trust himself with another person again.