Oh. Bucky not only accepts the burrowing, but embraces her in return. It's a nice thing, and she feels safe here, against his chest. "Gēge," she decides. Big brother. Because this protectiveness comes from somewhere. Innate, in his bones in a place that they couldn't cut away from him. And she could use a big brother.

"Sometimes I feel real. I can run and play and laugh. Games of tag until we get fussed at for stomping around." A small laugh there, a little tearful. "Sometimes I feel too much to be real."