Modern medicine was really one of the things he liked best about the future. Before the war he'd have been puffing on one of his asthma cigarettes and hoped for the best. He's learned since then while they helped with the symptoms (sometimes) they also might have been contributing to his heart problems. The inhaler was cleaner, much faster acting, and didn't have nearly as many or serious side effects. He breathed, keeping the breathes deep and even and feeling much better when there wasn't the feel of something constructing his lungs from getting the air it badly needed.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be?" They've showered and bathed and slept together already, this shouldn't been any different. Steve tipped his head back against Bucky's bare chest and looked up into his friend's face. He could feel how broad shouldered and heavily muscled Bucky was compared to him standing close together in this position.