The longer Bucky slept, the longer Steve dozed. Given the position he was in, he wasn't in a deep enough sleep to dream, himself - he didn't want to risk that. Until there was someone close at hand that he trusted implicitly, he wouldn't let himself actually sleep deep enough to dream.
At the first sounds of distress, Steve jerked awake, looking around, hands coming up into a defensive posture. But then he realized the sounds weren't because of an attack - they were because of a nightmare. He frowned; Bucky had had nightmares before, but they hadn't been quite this bad. He moved, turning his body toward Bucky's, and risked putting a hand - just the flat of his palm - carefully on his back. He didn't want to shake or grab him, that would just make things worse.
"Bucky," he said softly, just letting the heat and weight from his palm seep through the blankets. "Bucky, wake up." If he had to do more to wake him up, he would, but Steve was hoping Bucky wasn't so deeply lost in that dream that it would take a lot more. That might scare him, whether Steve meant to or not.
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At the first sounds of distress, Steve jerked awake, looking around, hands coming up into a defensive posture. But then he realized the sounds weren't because of an attack - they were because of a nightmare. He frowned; Bucky had had nightmares before, but they hadn't been quite this bad. He moved, turning his body toward Bucky's, and risked putting a hand - just the flat of his palm - carefully on his back. He didn't want to shake or grab him, that would just make things worse.
"Bucky," he said softly, just letting the heat and weight from his palm seep through the blankets. "Bucky, wake up." If he had to do more to wake him up, he would, but Steve was hoping Bucky wasn't so deeply lost in that dream that it would take a lot more. That might scare him, whether Steve meant to or not.