[ Steve's so much bigger now. Not just bigger than he used to be but bigger than Bucky. It's strange to think that all the muscle he can feel in his arms belongs to that scrawny little punk, but Steve's face is always the same, even if it's more filled out. There's something in his eyes, in the way he smiles, that brings Bucky back to harsh Brooklyn winters and hot summers. He remembers bundling Steve in blankets and trying to pose for his drawings and all the little moments that built a life between them. ]
Bed first, then.
[ Even with Steve's new size, some things don't need to change. Bucky can still bundle him up. With all the worry he's felt, it's nice to finally have a constructive outlet to put that energy towards. Besides, Steve's taken care of him an awful lot lately. It's about time he repays the favor.
Taking care of Steve just feel right, so he pushes him gently towards the bed and pushes the shield and gloves out of the way when they're in reach. ]
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Bed first, then.
[ Even with Steve's new size, some things don't need to change. Bucky can still bundle him up. With all the worry he's felt, it's nice to finally have a constructive outlet to put that energy towards. Besides, Steve's taken care of him an awful lot lately. It's about time he repays the favor.
Taking care of Steve just feel right, so he pushes him gently towards the bed and pushes the shield and gloves out of the way when they're in reach. ]
Lie down.