thelittleblackfox:

This rare little moment of absolute delight kills me.

Because this is Bucky remembering, and delighting in the memory. It’s not the endless faces of the people he’s killed, or his abusers, or the world turning to ice in the cryochamber.

It’s a tiny, ridiculous memory. Not something he read in a newspaper or saw in a museum. It’s his own memory of Steve.

It’s his Steve