At Steve's words, Bucky's stomach clenched, the thought of what would happen if Hydra got their hands on him again making him feel sick.

"Hey, no." Concerned, Steve grasped Bucky's hand, tugged on it. "Buck, come on, lay down."

Feeling shaky and uncertain, Bucky lay down beside him. "Stevie…"

"It's okay." Steve wrapped him in a hug. "It'll be okay."

After a few minutes the tension started to bleed away.

Bucky sighed. "I missed this," he whispered. "Even when I didn't remember, I missed it."

Pleased, Steve chuckled, his fingers moving slowly through Bucky's hair. "And you called me mushy."