Bucky's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he can even think to control it- or the emotions that follow. Steve. Steve talked about him, and he knows he shouldn't be so surprised, but he is. He wonders which stories were told, and if they are things he even remembers. They're stories of a Bucky Barnes that doesn't even exist anymore, but- she sees things differently.

She looks in his eyes and he can see that truth there- the way she believed in those stories, and in him. Or some version of him.

He swallows hard, gaze lowering as she keeps touching him the way he is. Gentle, kind, like he exists as a person, a man- Bucky Barnes. His gaze flits back up to hers though, when she tells him he's still in here, but so is the Soldier. His eyebrows furrow, pained at the thought, but the slow back and forth of her thumb along his lips tells him that she doesn't see it as a bad thing. She's not looking at him like he's still a monster.

That look on her face is something else, entirely.

"Is that okay? If I'm- both of those men, or maybe- neither of them at all?"