yoongs ples ;_;
Back in Brooklyn, Steve was the little spoon. On the nights that were too cold for his small frame, Bucky would wrap himself around him, protecting Steve; it was his job. Now, they spend the nights with Steve pressing himself against every crevice of Bucky's back, filling the holes that were left by people best left unnamed. Steve would drape his arm over Bucky's waist and hold him close because it's his job to protect Bucky now.