[He lets the endearment wash over him like a balm and the words following just add more to it. It doesn't feel like enough, he still expected more from himself...but what he was doing was as much for Sam as it was for himself, more, if he were honest. If Sam says he's good...then Bucky needs to trust him on that. He doesn't know if he'll be enough for Sam long-term, but he couldn't decide that for his love either.

He turned, doing his best not to pull too far away in the process, and looped his arms behind Sam's neck so he could rest their foreheads together.]

Okay...but tell me if you're ever not, no matter what, alright? We'll figure something out. I know we're in this together, but I'm still gonna fight like hell to keep you safe and whole, Sam Wilson.