[At first, Bucky's nerves spike; he doesn't remember all the other times he's apparently slept and woke up with little to no memories. However, the thumb rubbing over his knuckles soothes the roughened edges. As long as he has Sam, he should always wake up.
He thinks. He hopes.
The kiss to his knuckles brings a quiet smile to the edges of Bucky's cheeks.]
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He thinks. He hopes.
The kiss to his knuckles brings a quiet smile to the edges of Bucky's cheeks.]
Said I would.