Bucky isn't sure how a person can look like the literal personification of sunshine, but when he's smiling like that, Steve does a damn good job of it. It's the smile that makes everything seem better, like the world is a little brighter for it, and the one that can still make something in his chest flutter.

"We'll figure it out as we go," they had always been good at that part of things, if nothing else, at least. He shifts and drapes an arm across Steve's chest, resting his chin on the back of his hand. "Hey," he reaches with his free hand to try and push his arm away from his eyes. "look at me."