He had felt a mixture of all different emotions, particularly embarrassment, awkwardness and loss when the Smithsonian first put up the exhibition. They had been good to put up accurate information but at the same time it didn't feel like enough. They had missed all the tiny details about his old friends, about Bucky even though logically he knew they couldn't put everything in. There was nothing his and Bucky's adventures growing up in Brooklyn, nothing about Morita's habit of drumming his fingers when waiting, Dum Dum's favourite colour, what Gabe kept in his wallet at all times and Dernier's favourite types of cigarettes. (Steve was well aware HE was the main subject, not his friends and that just made him feel worse at the time.) And there weren't many people who remembered now, and though he did had hope Bucky would remember everything in time, he was happy enough with what they've already rediscovered together and the opportunity to make new memories together.

Steve could fall asleep like this, he thinks. Bucky was so obviously content with where he is and so was Steve. He has long since gotten used to having a solid weight on him in bed that it felt odd not to have it whenever Bucky was away on missions. The grinding against his cock got a lazy twitch from Steve but he ignored it in favour of pay slow lazy kisses and nuzzles against Bucky's ear and neck. "Yeah...just the two of us...no one to interrupt, nothing to worry about." They couldn't stay like this forever of course but Steve wouldn't object to prolonging it as long as he could.