Aziraphale takes a seat and looks at Bucky with the sort of scrutiny that seems to be too intimate for anyone, but there's nothing unsavory behind his eyes.

He steadies himself before he dips into the memories as if putting a toe in a pool, guiding himself gently towards the lightest memories, those of Hanukkah or family or anything that might have Steve in it.

He doesn't know what he'll find this time.