Steve had just returned from a mission. Bucky was, of course, waiting for him when the super-soldier trudged through the door, probably half-asleep.

He yawned and set his shield against the wall, taking his boots off.

"How was it?" Bucky asked, crossing his metal arm over his flesh one.

Steve didn't reply for a few moments, but it was quite obvious that the super-soldier was exhausted, giving slight hints that the mission had proven long and difficult. Or just stressful as a whole.

"Not bad.." He replied with yet another yawn. "Sam almost got himself killed, but otherwise, not so bad.."

Bucky chuckled and shook his head. "What about you? Did you try to get yourself killed?"

Steve waved it off. "Nah.." He dropped down onto the couch. "Now why would I try to do that?" His voice was teasing.

Bucky shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe because you always liked to pick fights. I didn't know getting punched was a hobby."

Steve straightened up. "Hey! It isn't. I just don't like bullies."

"I can tell." Bucky couldn't help but let out a snort, which cost him a menacing, but not all-too-rare glare from Steve. "You seem exhausted, though. Get some sleep, punk."

Steve rolled his eyes. "I was just about to. Jerk."

Bucky gave a nonchalant laugh. "Sure you were, you were already half asleep when you walked through the damn door."

Steve gave a tired shrug and laid himself down. "I don't you about you, but I'm going to go to sleep now."

Bucky gave him a humorous wave and then headed to his room. "Yea. Goodnight, sleep tight."

He heard Steve snort from the living room.

Steve yawned and then fell asleep, but unfortunately it wasn't that peaceful.

He stood on the train. A flash of memories passed in front of his face before he could fully process where he was. He was watching Bucky hanging off the side of the train, struggling and failing to grab Steve's hand, but unfortunately Steve ended up losing his grip as well, having stretched too far in an attempt to grab his friend.

Bucky had seen Steve fall, screaming his name as they both fell to their 'deaths';as they thought.

Steve gasped and blinked open his eyes. He felt a sudden coldness overwhelm him as he felt himself shaking. For a moment, he thought he had lost his legs or something, because he was unable to properly feel them. When he managed to (barely) lift his head, he noticed the blood soaking underneath his still-attached legs, which where likely badly damaged.

He heard a weak groan from his left and turned his head. He spotted Bucky, but pure terror shot through him when he noticed his bloodied and missing arm. The snow was stained with a terrible red.

"S-Steve?" Bucky was looking at him, pain taking over his features.

"Buck," he rasped out. He attempted to roll onto his side, but let out a weak yell of agony as a huge wave of pain rolled over his back.

"I-It's s-so c-cold," Steve stuttered, gasping in between words from the horrible mix of pain and freezing.

Bucky swallowed hard and nodded, turning his head and staring at the blood spilling from his arm. He turned back to Steve.

"Your arm-" Steve coughed, crawling weakly toward Bucky, but collapsed mere inches from him. His body was unable to take its own weight.

He felt Bucky's remaining arm dig into his back, trying in vain to pull them closer. "S-Steve..I'm-" Bucky was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Despite his state, and being protective of Steve, still, Bucky managed to gather up whatever strength he had left and use his remaining arm to pull Steve against him.

Two men in black jackets, and one in a white lab coat, approached them. The man in the lab coat leaned down toward them, tilting his gaze toward Steve. Bucky noticed this, and pulled him closer, not saying a word.

"Sargent Barnes," the man said, staring at Bucky.

There was a sudden burst of light, and then Bucky was gone, leaving only the splotch of red on the snow where he had been badly bleeding. Steve was left there.

"NO!" He screamed, and then woke up.

Steve jolted awake, his chest heaving as he took in large gasps of air. He quickly scanned the room for any threats, his body trembling.

Tears threatened to spill over as he struggled to his feet. He collapsed as soon as he got off the couch, sitting against it. He pulled his knees up to his chest and noticed the hallway light in the apartment turn on.

Damn it, must have woke Bucky..

He was right, because soon Bucky was rushing toward him upon seeing his friend curled up against the couch, looking quite distressed. He was knelt down next to him in about a second.

"Steve, what happened? Are you okay?" Bucky asked, placing his flesh hand on his friend's shaking back.

The man's head lifted from his knees. His eyes were red and puffy from exhaustion, along with the tears that had successfully spilled over.

"Nightmare…" Steve muttered, then turned his gaze away from his friend, whose expression had turned to concern.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Steve shook his head, "Maybe in the morning, Buck...'m too tired.."

"Want me to sleep with you?"

Steve shrugged. "If you want, you don't have-" he was cut off suddenly. Bucky had dragged Steve to his feet and was leading him to his room. "Too late. Would have said yes anyway, punk."

Once they got to his room, Steve quietly sat down on the edge of the bed. Bucky sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, pal. I'm here, it's okay.."

Steve simply nodded. He laid himself down on the bed, his head coming into contact with the soft pillow. He shivered. The room was pretty cold.

Bucky followed suit, lying down next to Steve and throwing the blanket over both of them.

"Come here," Bucky muttered, pulling Steve toward him.

The two friends cuddled up with each other. Steve buried his head in the crook of Bucky's neck, a few tears still rolling down his cheeks.

Bucky rested his head against Steve's, muttering constant reassurances to try to calm his friend down before both of them eventually fell back asleep.