“Can’t sleep either?” Bucky asked as he looked up from his cup of tea, a faint smile on his lips.
Steve slowly shook his head. “Since that last mission, it’s just been hard to sleep,” he admitted quietly, moving to sit beside his lover. “Plus, the bed was cold without you in it with me.”
“Yeah, was a rough one this last time.” Bucky sigbed as he took another sip and shrugged. “I don’t really sleep much as is. I didn’t mean to wake you, though, darlin’.”
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