Bucky pushed himself into his room and was suddenly conscious of all the posters on the walls - Captain America and Iron Man interspersed with bands and half-naked men. He flushed and was only too happy to retreat to his bed, pushing back the covers and crawling in, shoving off his sweatshirt.
He flopped back in bed and fussed with the bandage on the stump of his left arm.
As tired as he was, though, he wasn't able to sleep. Compared to the hospital bed, this was like sleeping in a marshmallow. Compared to a hard concrete floor, it was like he was sinking, smothered in softness.
Bucky sat up after a few minutes of laying down. "It's too soft." He carefully stood, putting most of his weight on his casted foot, and proceeded to pull his blankets and pillows onto the floor before laying down. He was laying on a soft plush rug so it wasn't just bare hardwood, but it didn't make him feel like he was about to suffocate.
Rolling onto his right side, his oxygen tank tucked against his stomach, Bucky managed to fall asleep right there in minutes, curled up on the floor at the foot of his bed.
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He flopped back in bed and fussed with the bandage on the stump of his left arm.
As tired as he was, though, he wasn't able to sleep. Compared to the hospital bed, this was like sleeping in a marshmallow. Compared to a hard concrete floor, it was like he was sinking, smothered in softness.
Bucky sat up after a few minutes of laying down. "It's too soft." He carefully stood, putting most of his weight on his casted foot, and proceeded to pull his blankets and pillows onto the floor before laying down. He was laying on a soft plush rug so it wasn't just bare hardwood, but it didn't make him feel like he was about to suffocate.
Rolling onto his right side, his oxygen tank tucked against his stomach, Bucky managed to fall asleep right there in minutes, curled up on the floor at the foot of his bed.