we released you (in frosty vessels)

In his mind’s eye, Sam’s standing beside Steve again, overlooking the lake. Steve is old and withered and grey. Sam has relived this moment a thousand times, on morning runs, in the quiet showers that follow, at night when he drifts into restless sleep. Like all well-worn things, he slips into the memory effortlessly, drawn to the comfort of it as much as he knows, deep down, that it’s time to let it go.

Put it to rest. (Or: Sam and Bucky finally confront what's been brewing between them.)