Steve shifted around on the bed. His dream was a jumbled mess of things he couldn't really remember. He slowly began to wake and stare at a wall that looked vaguely familiar. A source of heat at his back making it hard to think. Shrugging his thoughts off, he closed his eyes and rolled over to bring the warmth on the bed closer. He hears a loud thud, like something hitting the floor, instead of having the source of heat pulled closer to him. Opening his eyes he looked over to see Bucky sprawled out on the floor laying on his back staring up at the ceiling. "...ow" He breathed, voice still raspy form sleep.

"Bucky, what are you doing on the floor?" Steve asked concern and amusement battling in his voice.

"well, I would be on the bed." he replied dryly, staring accusingly at Steve the whole time. "But someone pushed me off." Steve bit his lips to stop the petal of giggles that threatened to come out. He couldn't help it, Bucky looked like a disgruntled cat on the floor. Even with his arms crossed. "You gonna sit there and laugh at me all night punk? Or you gonna help me up." Bucky demanded

"Sorry." He said, voice wavering with laughter. He leaned over the bed to pull Bucky up, only to be pulled down himself. A small yelp and a short fall later he opened his eyes to see to a chest quivering with laughter. He looked up to see Bucky smiling at him. And chuckling. Embarrassment heated Steve's face, but he couldn't help but fill a small fluttering in his chest. His best friend's laugh still getting him after all this years.

"I remember this." Bucky said lightly, as thought he was scared to break whatever magic held them. "I remember when I use to hold you just like this before..." Steve felt a lump form in his throat as Bucky's arms came up around him. Before he could think of what to say, Bucky continued. "It's still early, and shield doesn't need you today." He reached up and pulled the comforter down over them. "Let's go back to sleep."

Laying there in Bucky's arms Steve couldn't help but feel small again. And couldn't help but feel sad that Bucky is still recovering. Closing his eyes Steve dreamed of a different time where Bucky was healed and laughed once again.