It was wrong, he knew, wrong and selfish. He should be encouraging Bucky to be going out making new friends, new connections, to step out of his shadow. But he likes it too much when comes to him for comfort and warmth, he likes it when he can feed Bucky good food and watch his very visible enjoyment of it and when the cuddle up close in the cushion fort like they are doing now. He sleeps better these days, when Bucky is curled up close to him in bed. There are less nightmares of ice and snow and falling, not when there is a warm weight on him anchoring him in the present. He grunted as Bucky starts wiggling to get underneath him until his thighs were bracketing Bucky's and hips aligned with his instead of the half-on, half-off position they were currently in. "I'm too heavy Bucky...you can't be comfortable like this."

Steve snorted, a bit amused. Hydra certainly would be when their former weapon has regained himself and is not hunting them back. "I'm sure Hydra will find that comforting. But tell me if you need anything, alright? I don't want you going out in less than the best gear." Bucky seemed to be doing alright with what he has but he couldn't help but worry.