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[With so many people gathered on the riverbanks to float their lanterns, Bucky barely noticed the people around him as he sat down beside the water with one of his lanterns to write on it. It isn't his first, it won't be his last of the evening, but it's a special one, and he's focused on writing on the shade - a name, a few words. When someone asks for a pen, he looks up, relaxes slightly when he sees it's only Steve. The other Steve, anyway.

He's brought a few colored pens with him, laid on the grass next to him. Bucky picks up the red one and passes it over.] Yeah, of course.