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Bucky wasn’t entirely sure why he was sitting in the kitchen at three in the morning; he stared out of the large window the breakfast bench stood at. A cup of coffee – his second – rested between his hands. He studied the twinkling lights of the city below, counted the lights still on in the other apartment buildings, and again wondered why he was awake. He turned his head as someone walked into the kitchen, sleep-clumsy feet patted on the floor to the fridge, the light came on when it was opened, and Bucky smiled at the sight of a half-dressed Y/N.
The other man was utterly unaware of Bucky as he rifled through the fridge. He pulled out a juice carton and was just about to drink from it when Bucky cleared his throat. “Fff - uck!” Y/N grabbed the carton with both hands, his body tensing and his eyes wide as he took notice. “Why are you so sneaky?! And why are you sitting in the dark?”
“I was trying to find out who the asshole is stealing my orange juice.” Bucky watched the other grab a glass and fill it, no hint of guilt on their expression for the theft.
Y/N took a sip and took up the bench beside him, “You’re overthinking and can’t sleep?”
“That about sums it up,” it wasn’t the first time he’d been caught up at night, and he doubted it would be the last. He knew he was safe here, that no one bad knew where he was, and being off high alert felt wrong.
“You know what you need?” Y/N asked and leaned in close as if to whisper a secret, Bucky leaned in too, but it wasn’t a secret he received.
Y/N pressed his mouth to Bucky’s, kissing him lightly, pleased when the other didn’t pull away. Bucky tasted of coffee and was content to let Y/N suck the bitterness from his tongue, the brunette catching hints of sweet orange as he explored too. When they parted, Y/N grinned at him, “You need a kiss goodnight.”
A slow grin brightened up Bucky’s face, his hand reaching around Y/N’s head to bring him close again, “I’m still not tired - try again.”