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Bucky was wearing Steve’s leather jacket when he got in the tent. Steve smirked and shook his head.
“It's cold, Steve.”
Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky's shoulders. “Enjoying the fact that you can steal my clothes now?
“And the fact that you’re bigger, warmer, and I don’t have to worry about your lungs freezing over,” Bucky leaned into Steve.
“See? You do like me like this.”
Bucky turned toward Steve then, unfastening Steve’s jacket and loosening his tie. “Course I do.” Bucky was making quick work of the buttons on Steve’s shirt. “I’d like you even more without these.”