“It’s all right,” Steve answered quietly. “I don’t sleep much without you anyway.” He leaned against Bucky and it was obvious just how exhausted he really was, even if he tried to deny it. “Think you’ll come back to bed again or did you want to just get our day started since we’re both awake now anyway?”
Bucky moved to turn and wrap his arms around Steve. “I’m coming back to bed. I was drinking some chamomile tea.” he explained, kissing his boyfriend’s temple. “Come on, you need sleep, Steve. You’re on the verge of collapse as is.” His Brooklyn came out, knowing Steve really couldn’t resist him when he drawled the right way, tugging Steve closer to him.
“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’.”
“You say that now,” Steve said quietly from where he lay on their bed. “But what if the war comes here and you get called to go, Bucky? What then? They won’t let omega’s fight.. I’ll be here… alone…”
Bucky sighed and leaned to kiss Steve’s head. “Hey, if they call up and I have to go, we’ll find a way to bring you with somehow. If I can’t, just write me a letter everyday, I’ll write you one everyday until I get home, alright? My heart is going to be here, even if my body isn’t.”
Juniper puckered her lips as she looked back at the new guy running around here. She had met him just moments ago, but she recognized the name immediately. Bucky Barnes. Juniper has spent many late nights having conversations about this man with Steve.
“Me?” she played innocent.
She and Steve haven’t really defined what their relationship was, despite their few stolen kisses. So Bucky’s little statement served as verification of Juniper’s suspicions. Steve was interested.
“What makes you say that?” She steps closer, prying for a further answer.
Bucky gave a little smile. “Because Steve is my best friend and I know him.” Maybe he didn’t remember every tiny thing, but he remembered enough that he knew Steve. “I also happened to accidentally run into you two in the hall the other day and had to turn around and go the long way around.” he teased.
Steve looked up at him slowly. “Your friends don’t seem to think that way,” he said quietly. “They wanted to lock me up, throw away the key… put me on trial… if that happened, I wouldn’t live a week. Your government wants me arrested and put on trial, Bucky. They want me dead. How can you even be seen here with me?”
Bucky listened to him and shook his head. “The team knows what you did wasn’t really you. They’ll do what they can to help you adjust.” he promised. He arched a brow at the last question. “You’re my best friend, Steve. If you think I was going to just sit by and let you suffer, you’re wrong. I don’t know what you’ve remembered so far, but I’ve never turned my back on you and I’ll be damned if I do that now.”
“I’m the girl who makes a mean hot chocolate.” Ruby chuckled back knowing that wasn’t what he meant. “Ruby, or Red. I answer to both.” A hand sweeping over her outfit, her signature colour boldly displayed.
“Ruby, huh? Pretty name.” Bucky replied, arching a brow. “Hot chocolate, you say? I can almost guarantee you can’t beat my best friend’s hot chocolate.” It was a vague memory, enjoying cocoa when the heat was off and they had to sit curled under a blanket and sipping the warm drink to survive the cold Brooklyn winter.
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