Work Text:
It's incredible, Bucky thinks, being back in Steve’s arms. He knows it killed Steve, being alone. At least Bucky didn't need to remember any of it. Steve knew, Steve remembered, and Steve was alone. His poor man. Luckily, that pain is over now. They have each other again. Bucky gets to be with Steve, he gets to remember him and he gets to love him. It's good. And if they can't really leave each other's side without panicking? Well, no one needs to know and no one has a say in their lives anymore, anyway. It's theirs again. Only theirs.