[ Without thinking about it, Sam reaches out to gently lace his fingers through Bucky's, palms pressed together.
He doesn't say anything, but he opens up his mind a little, remembering the shape of the world as he knew it when he was a child. More of the same music - though he can't help it when some of his favorites slip in, snippets of Marvin Gaye and Earth, Wind & Fire even though the eighties weren't quite their decade - fashion and hairstyles, the kind of toys that everyone wanted, the TV shows that were popular, cartoons that Sam liked. Walkmen and VCRS and space shuttles, even some of Ronald Reagan, the AIDs epidemic and the end of the Cold War, though those are tempered a little by Sam's adult mind, seeing as he didn't really understand them as a kid. The voice of a man who died ten years before Sam was born but who framed his childhood anyway, the echo of I have a dream. ]
(I got an older brother and an older sister. The neighborhood we grew up in - it wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst, either. We got some trouble, but a lot of good people, too. My Nana taught me how to cook, she made the best damn berry crumble there was. We used to throw the extra oats out on the window sill and watch the birds come to get them.)
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He doesn't say anything, but he opens up his mind a little, remembering the shape of the world as he knew it when he was a child. More of the same music - though he can't help it when some of his favorites slip in, snippets of Marvin Gaye and Earth, Wind & Fire even though the eighties weren't quite their decade - fashion and hairstyles, the kind of toys that everyone wanted, the TV shows that were popular, cartoons that Sam liked. Walkmen and VCRS and space shuttles, even some of Ronald Reagan, the AIDs epidemic and the end of the Cold War, though those are tempered a little by Sam's adult mind, seeing as he didn't really understand them as a kid. The voice of a man who died ten years before Sam was born but who framed his childhood anyway, the echo of I have a dream. ]
( I got an older brother and an older sister. The neighborhood we grew up in - it wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst, either. We got some trouble, but a lot of good people, too. My Nana taught me how to cook, she made the best damn berry crumble there was. We used to throw the extra oats out on the window sill and watch the birds come to get them. )