Bucky reached out an arm to touch him, willing himself to grow closer fear gathering in his stomach, terrified he might not be able to touch him-

Steve reached out and took him gently by the hand, pulling him into a hug. Bucky clung desperately to him, holding as if he were to let go that he would disappear forever.

A silent message passed between the two. A hug that was just a hug to others was much more loving to the the two, a sign of pure joy and bliss. As if the world disappeared around them.

"They decided that if they could save Coulson, the world needed Captain America." His voice lowered slightly. "And you needed Steve Rogers." Bucky whimpered slightly.

"If Tony so much as touches you, I will kill him." Bucky's voice growled. Steve smiled sadly and curled his fingers in his hair, hoping his touch would calm him. Bucky was so touch starved he melted into his touch, sighing.

"He was drunk and I pissed him off, so by all means go nuts." Bucky started to slip away, "Not now. Now you are going to sleep. You probably haven't had proper sleep in ages." Bucky nodded. Steve nodded to Coulson, a faint smile still holding. They walked together to Steve's room where Steve dragged Bucky into bed and waited for him to sleep before he let himself fall asleep.