[snipped]
"I’ve had worse," they joke. It’s true, but it’s funny because some of the injuries they’ve had have been pretty awful. Definitely worse than a few stitches. "Neither of us are going to sleep, though. Might as well."
They relax when Steve sits down, let their guard down a little in the way you can when you know someone else is there to watch your back. But also, it’s Steve. They feel better when he’s around.
"Ah, well," Steve says, half-grinning. "You probably should be sleeping, if you want that to heal up.” Not that Bucky wouldn’t be fully recovered in roundabouts a week, anyways. Steve doesn’t know to what extent, but he’s pretty sure they ended up with some super healing abilities somewhere along the line.
He really isn’t too keen on putting that to the test, though.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" they grumble. Right now sleep sounds about as much fun as swimming in shark-infested waters, given the nightmares they're likely to have. Given the kind of day it's been and how they feel now, it's bound to be that kind of night.
But of course they can't just say that; Steve will start fretting, he can't help it, and they really just want some company, not to be fussed over.
Plus, they get the feeling maybe Steve could use the company too. At least they hope so.
