"Honestly?" Bucky looked down at the dough, thinking it over. Honestly, Steve was the one that should get the star. It had been on his shield since Howard made it for him. "I think they'll be fine. Just don't make them too big and they won't expand that much. and your edges look crisp. You'll be good."

Bucky drummed his fingers on the counter. "A heart. Steve, he's all heart. He does what he thinks he has to, what he needs to. He takes care of others first before himself. The star would work for him too, because of his shield. Star or heart."