[ She was silent for a moment, but her eyes were wide and just as expressive as any words. Looking at Stephanie like she was everything, the world and then some, and she was. Always had been. Still without vocalizing, she reaches up - slowly, tentatively - with her metal hand, as if testing it, a trust exercise with her own body. Gently she touches the side of Steph's face, like it was proof that this was real. ]

...together. Till the end of the line, punk.

[ There was the faintest smile before she retracted her prosthetic limb and closed her eyes, resting her head on her arms that were folded upon the table and humming loudly, lazily. She opened one eye to gaze up. ]

...wake me when the pancakes are done, yeah?

[ And for the first time a in hell of a long time - in decades - Bucky fell asleep almost instantaneously, and her usual nightmare companions did not come. She did not dream of horrors past, but of herself as a hero climbing all of the tallest buildings in new york, chasing down the giant ape that held her shouting love hostage.]

...mm got...got you now........lion cannons! ... [ Sleep mumbles just audible enough to be noticed. Some maybe a little louder than others.]