Bucky
Bucky curled into their nest letting Steve see everybody out. He knew it was rude, and he knew his ma was probably rolling in her grave.
But it had been stressful having so many strangers in his home.
His back hurt. His feet ached.
"I brought you up some pizza?" Steve had been forcing food into him.
Most days, Buck appreciated it, but he didn't feel great. "Not really hungry."
Steve had never been good at poker. He couldn't hide his worry.
"Just wanna sleep," Buck mumbled burying himself in blankets.
"Ok, you get some sleep. I'm gonna clean up a bit."
"Want you." Bucky was cold.
Steve was warm. Steve lay down beside him, and Buck wrapped his arms around him.
Before Buck knew what hit him, he was out like a light.
***
Bucky woke with a start. "Stevie, something's wrong."
"What is it?"
A ripple of pain shot through him. "Stevie!" Bucky was barely aware of Steve calling someone on the phone or lifting him into his arms.
"Don't worry. I've got you."
Bucky whimpered. He didn't know what was happening, but he was scared. He wasn't a stranger to pain, but he wouldn't be able to bear it if something happened to his baby.
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