“Her name is Rebecca Proctor.” Bucky stared out at the small two-story house with a forlorn, distant expression, clenching his jaw once before letting out a breath and turning to face Sam with a rare glimpse of vulnerability in those steel-blue eyes, “She’s my sister.”
Sam blinked, “Your sister?”
The ghost of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, “Yes, my sister.”
In which Bucky has one more amend and Sam discovers something about himself along the way.