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It started out as a joke, really.
There was a night shortly after he came out of cryo where Steve awoke to find Bucky gone from their bed. Steve instantly jumped into action, fear running through his veins.
“Bucky!” He yelled, flinging open the bedroom door and running down the hallway. What he saw in the living room made him skid to a halt.
Bucky was fast asleep on the couch, lying completely on top of Sam.
Sam looked at Steve murderously before pressing a finger to his lips, “shhhh.”
Steve caught his breath for a minute and watched Sam snuggle a little deeper into Bucky, protectively wrapping an arm around him before shrugging and turning on his heel to retreat back to their bedroom.
Whatever helped Bucky sleep was okay in his book.
The next morning, he awoke to Natasha’s awful cackling.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Barnes, stop looking at me like that. Oh I wish I had a camera.”
Steve padded into the living room to see Bucky, glaring at Natasha from Sam’s chest. Bucky’s hair was wild and tangled from sleep and his eyebrows were pulled tight together. Steve was reminded of a picture of an angry cat he saw once and chuckled.
“I bet we do look adorable don’t we, Bucky?” Sam looked amused “Badass by day, adorably snuggling our nightmares away by night. But you gotta get up, I have to pee.”
Bucky snuggled further into Sam’s chest “No.” Then landed roughly on the floor with an “oof” as Sam pushed him off to retreat to the bathroom. Bucky looked at Steve and shrugged.
The next night Steve and Bucky returned to their bedroom to find a life-sized Falcon pillow on their bed.
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“Can I lay on Sam tonight?” Steve asked. Today’s mission had been a hard one and Steve was feeling it. Plus, Bucky had been hogging the falcon pillow for weeks now.
“No it’s mine! I need it to sleep.”
“We could share it.” Steve offered with a shrug.
They tried, and ended up clunking their heads together while each trying to get a properly sized portion of Sam-pillow.
“You know,” Bucky said running his head, “we could just ask Wilson to sleep with us. You know, because of the trauma.”
Steve snorted “Yeah the trauma, not because of how you can’t help but stare at his ass when he wears jeans.”
Bucky sat up “Me? You know he told me about how you two met.” He made his voice falsetto mockingly, “thanks for the run, if that’s what you want to call it.” He then winked in Steve’s direction and nudged him with his elbow. “You’ve always been shit at flirting, Rogers.”
“Yes. That’s why you have to go ask Sam to come snuggle.”
The two of them dissolved into a giggling wresting pile of super soldier, daring the other to ask Sam when their door creaked open.
The man himself poked his head in “Ask Sam what?”