He'll wear them, no matter what they look like, as long as Daisy picks them out.

If they ever stop holding hands, he wants to cut his both off. Even the metal one.

"My hands have no meaning, no purpose in life, if they're not holding yours," Bucky whispers to Daisy.

He continues to take her to the room he's been sharing with Steve, but clearly, they need their own cabin, now. "I'm going to get my clothes, then let's go collect your things. Then we need to tell the demon that assigns rooms we need a cabin. Only a cabin in the woods is romantic enough for you."