[ Bucky dislikes the cold. He has a high tolerance for it, can even thrive in sub-zero temperatures with little else needed, but he hates it. It brings back awful memories, traumatic ones, of being put away like a toy and taken out only when needed, of experiencing excruciating pain and agony and the casual way he kills, again and again.
He's not a good man, not really, but things are different now. Now, he wakes up beside Steve, curling against him instinctively. The cold is setting in despite the heater; he imagines some window in the apartment hadn't been sealed properly, but he's not interested in going up to check.
Instead, he wraps his arms around Steve, tucking his head under his chin to pull him close. There. Maybe like this, he'll be warmer. ]
cuddling.
He's not a good man, not really, but things are different now. Now, he wakes up beside Steve, curling against him instinctively. The cold is setting in despite the heater; he imagines some window in the apartment hadn't been sealed properly, but he's not interested in going up to check.
Instead, he wraps his arms around Steve, tucking his head under his chin to pull him close. There. Maybe like this, he'll be warmer. ]