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thecapitol2014-10-27 05:06 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-27 05:06 pm
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Who| Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers
What| The effects of the curfew catch up on Bucky and he falls asleep on Steve. That's it, that's the log.
Where| D9 common area
When| sometime this week
Warnings/Notes| Sleepy super-soldiershella gay
Bucky might be a super-soldier assassin, though one without his enhancements right now, and he might pretend he doesn't need to sleep and that avoiding it won't catch up with him but that's all it is, pretending. With the recent curfew making matters worse at night it's only a matter of time before his body betrays him and makes him sleep whether he wants to or not.
With the breakthroughs he and Steve have had in the last arena he's presently sitting quite close to his friend on the couch in the D9 suite, while Steve sketches quietly beside him. The tv is playing some ridiculous Capitol show and Bucky is blinking slowly, not really hearing or seeing anything on the screen in front of them. It's more important to focus on how close Steve is and how the gentle sound of pencil on paper is quietly soothing, carrying him back to lazy summer afternoons that belong in another life.
He feels relaxed, for once, his mind drifting pleasantly along to the background noises of the suite and Steve, so Bucky barely notices when he starts to lean over and his shoulder presses against Steve's.
What| The effects of the curfew catch up on Bucky and he falls asleep on Steve. That's it, that's the log.
Where| D9 common area
When| sometime this week
Warnings/Notes| Sleepy super-soldiers
Bucky might be a super-soldier assassin, though one without his enhancements right now, and he might pretend he doesn't need to sleep and that avoiding it won't catch up with him but that's all it is, pretending. With the recent curfew making matters worse at night it's only a matter of time before his body betrays him and makes him sleep whether he wants to or not.
With the breakthroughs he and Steve have had in the last arena he's presently sitting quite close to his friend on the couch in the D9 suite, while Steve sketches quietly beside him. The tv is playing some ridiculous Capitol show and Bucky is blinking slowly, not really hearing or seeing anything on the screen in front of them. It's more important to focus on how close Steve is and how the gentle sound of pencil on paper is quietly soothing, carrying him back to lazy summer afternoons that belong in another life.
He feels relaxed, for once, his mind drifting pleasantly along to the background noises of the suite and Steve, so Bucky barely notices when he starts to lean over and his shoulder presses against Steve's.
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It seems more often than not they can't catch a break and Bucky needs a break. Steve needs a break, but that's not something he'll admit.
He hesitates for a small second when his friend's shoulder presses up against his own, turning his head to look at the other man, to see what's the matter. But all he's met with is a man who's losing a fight against his own body's need to sleep.
"Catch a nap, I'll keep watch."
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It's said reflexively, even as Bucky's weight settles more firmly against Steve's side. If he was smaller, he thinks, this would be impractical but now Steve is big enough that he can handle it. He didn't have to worry about squashing the overgrown idiot.
Which says something for how Bucky's not really keeping track of where his thoughts are wandering right now, slipping into that place between waking and sleeping where whatever mental locks that are in his head suppressing his memories relax enough to let things slip through.
"I don't need to nap." which is said more like a protesting kid than a ninety-something year old man.
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Laughter has been a quiet thing for Steve for a long time now, so many years of having to hold back for his asthma and other conditions just never let him have much of the deep belly laughter in his life. At least it's never bothered him he can't.
"Give it five minutes and you'll be out like a light." He shifts his arm, just a little, so Bucky can be more comfortable. It restricts Steve's own movements, but drawing with one hand is simple enough.
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That gentle vibration just settles him further, dimly he thinks he couldn't pull back now even if he wanted to.
"Shows what you know." The words slip out and he feels like they've had something similar to this conversation before, somewhere back in the murky past. Bucky thinks he's always been stubborn about going to bed when he ought to.
But just because he's fighting a losing battle it doesn't mean he'll go down easy.
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This was all familiar in a painful way. But it was a good pain.
"Sure does show what I know. You can't fight it forever," Steve gives another breathy laugh before he starts to doodle a picture of Bucky sleeping on the corner of the page. Just a small cartoon of the other man, mouth open in a snore, a puddle of drool, loose limbed. He might be exaggerating a little.
Only a little.
"Like I said, five minutes."
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"You're a punk."
He mumbles the words and his head slips down onto Steve's shoulder. It's not his fault Steve gives off such a comfortable warmth, so unlike the ice that has been his blanket in the decades past. When it's like this, this bridge between sleep and waking, when his mind isn't subconsciously working against him it's easier to find pieces of who he used to be and let them out.
Punk yeah, Steve had always been a punk.
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Sometimes, he wonders if it's a kindness or cruelty to help the man remember.
But he doesn't let his mind dwell, instead finding air of his lungs and his pencil scratching against paper again.
"Jerk."
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"Say that a lot."
A yawn comes next as the seconds tick by and it's a fight to keep his eyelids from sinking down. Moving right now is unthinkable, he actually feels safe, relaxed, like maybe he could sleep and not be haunted by the horrors he'd done and had done to him.
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No, Steve is just glad Bucky's slipping off into sleep, that he's fading away as the minutes and seconds tick by. Over the last few months, he knows how little the man sleeps, he knows how he can only let go for periods of time, Steve often offers to stand guard, let the man sleep in relative security, but it's nice to have this moment between the two of them.
For it to happen more naturally.
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Five minutes, he said, Bucky can last five minutes and prove him wrong. Except he can't. he's not quite asleep yet but any second now and he will be, his breathing is already starting to even out.
There's a quiet electronic whirr as he settles the left arm more comfortably in his own lap, then shifts his cheek against Steve's shoulder and with that Bucky is asleep. The weight of sleepless nights crashes down on him like a tidal surge, ensuring he won't be waking up for at least a couple of hours.
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No, Steve will let him sleep, let it pass unquestioned, and gladly settle in to being Bucky's pillow for the next few hours.