On the floor
"C'mon, it'll be fun. We'll pull the cushions off the couch and sleep on the floor, just like when we were kids."
It had all started when Steve misplaced the keys to his motorcycle. Watching the blonde man fumble through his pockets, Bucky suddenly caught an image of suits, and the chime of a church bell in the distance, and I should find that spare key, and it was Steve, but he was smaller and I knew him—I knew him—I knew him!
And the motorcycle ride was forgotten in an episode of "guess the memory" that left Steve grinning like he'd just been handed a million dollars, and hugging Bucky like he was a million dollars.
"Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line."
They'd eaten all the ice cream in the freezer and decided to further celebrate by sleeping on couch cushions for the night.
The living room on Steve's floor in the Tower was dark, but under heaps of blankets Bucky felt safe and warm. He'd always loved to have several blankets at once during those freezing winters back in Brooklyn. HYDRA wasn't keen on comforts, so blankets were unmistakably a motif of his new life in freedom.
And though Bucky would never say it, he liked that these blankets smelled like Steve. It was like getting a perpetual hug from his best friend while he slept.
Steve settled his bulk onto the couch cushions beside Bucky and rolled over to give him a grin. "How d'ya like it, Buck?" he asked, laying his head in the crook of his arm.
Bucky smiled. "S' okay," he said, nestling into the covers.
"Yeah. Not quite the same as when we were kids, I guess, but—" Steve pulled the covers up over his shoulders and winked at Bucky. "Not too bad," he said, shutting his eyes.
Bucky smiled, content to watch his friend's peaceful face.
"G'night, Buck," Steve said softly, not opening his eyes.
"G'night," whispered Bucky.
He kept watch over Steve for hours into the night until the blonde man started to dream, his eyelids quivering slightly and every breath coming quiet and slow.
Then Bucky shut his eyes.
Steve chose that moment to snore.
Bucky was awake for another hour.
tbc...
A/N: Keep the suggestions coming! I'm getting lots of great ideas for the future.
Reviews are blankets.