Steve hummed softly as Bucky tugged him closer. “m’kay,” he answered, unable to really deny Bucky anything as he slid off the stool and walked back to their bedroom with him. He crawled back into bed and tugged Bucky close once he was in bed as well. He curled up against him, laying his head on the other’s chest and holding him close. “Love you, Bucky…”
Bucky made sure the warm was comfortable for them, holding Steve close and leaning to kiss Steve’s temple. “Love ya, too, Stevie. Get some sleep, you really do need it.” He urged, one hand moving to pet through blonde hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up, I swear.” He promised, closing his eyes. It was oddly reminiscent of the days before his fall, when he would sneak to Steve’s quarters and hold him close because Steve was the only thing he knew was real for a while before the missions needed him. He lay quietly for a few minutes before he started humming an old song, one he used to sing when all they had was a rundown kitchen to dance in when they weren’t struggling to make ends meet.
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