Bucky hummed, tucking his head into Steve's shoulder, "You're pretty warm," he mumbled. "You can watch TV or something if you want to..."

He slid his arm around Steve, grabbing a handful of shirt.

Bucky was soon drifting back off to sleep even though he didn't mean to. He rarely got back to sleep after a nightmare, but Steve was warm and he was stressed, so it was easy enough.

[Wanna skip til maybe Bucky is up and about? I kind of want to get him a dog, much against his mother's wishes]