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[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

As Steve sat on a bed in the medical wing of Stark Tower, he wondered if there was something in the air these days that he and Bucky were trading off being injured from month to month. First there was Bucky's leg injury, then he'd been lost in the jungle for a week, followed by Bucky's issues with his arm and now he'd been hit by something of HYDRA's in the last mission to end up like this. This, being the effects of the serum seemingly to have disappeared entirely, leaving him with his pre-serum body and its issues. Tony had gaped at him on listening to Steve's laundry list of medical issues before demanding 'how the hell did you survive into adulthood?' They'd all known he'd been sickly as pre-serum but apparently it had never sunk in as to how bad it actually was. He had to admit it did sound bad on paper but he'd live (mostly) fine for twenty-one years in that body and he'll deal with it today.

At least seventy years later modern medicine has developed far enough that they had medicine to help alleviate some of the symptoms of the worst of his body's poor health. The shots he'd been given and the huge amount of pills laying on the side table was proof of that. Tony was talking about developing some sort of bubble to keep him safe. He appreciated the thought but firmly vetoed that idea. The entire team wanted him to stay in the Tower where JARVIS could monitor his health twenty-four by seven. That he also tried to argue against; he 'd lived alone after his mother's death in this body until the day he joined the army, there shouldn't be any problems with him heading back to his far more upscale apartment.

He scowled darkly and started planning his escape. JARVIS would no doubt tell on him the moment he left but there were still one or two things he could do to make sure he at least got a head start. And once he was back in his apartment, it'll be hard to move him back.

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Since they were staying in, and he had so little to do while guarding over Steve or watching television or movies, he planned on taking the toaster apart and trying to fix it himself. At worst, he had to take it to Tony to repair it, but he was good at picking up skills of his own and sometimes there were memories that came with those attempts for him. He was willing to sacrifice Steve's toaster for this endeavor and perhaps fix it at the same time. It was only fair since he broke it or at least almost cause it on fire.

Nodding his head, he was about as good a shopping for clothing as he was at cooking. While there was something so endearing to having Steve like this, he was also very tolerant to having his friend back in the enhanced body as well. "What if it is more than a few days?" He had mixed feelings on a time frame after all, but he was accept anything and looked pleased at the apparent agreement that they stick together. He might even get out of his tactical gear, which he was still wearing while he was eating. "No, I don't mind at all. We can cuddle in the pillow fort if you get cold."

They would have to go out some time for fresh groceries at some point (or Steve could order in) and he would like to go out for his daily run. Except realistically he kew that the only pair of pants that even came to fitting him in the apartment was borrowed from Tony and completely unsuitable for exercise. It was the same with shoes. Steve sighed and resigned himself to doing light indoor exercise indoor when he gets twitchy. He'd gotten used to being able to run as long and as far as he liked and to have that being taken away again so suddenly took him off balance.

"You don't really need to guard me like this all the time. I'm safe enough here. Or I'll even go back to the Tower." He wasn't going to suddenly go diving out of his apartment and since they've survived today's near-fire incident, he thought it can't get any worse than that. Steve could only shrug at Bucky's question that it might take more than a 'few days'. Bruce couldn't give him a timeline, this was completely new to everyone involved. And if he had to stay like this for the rest of his life, Steve will eventually adapt again. He gave Bucky a firm look. "No weapons or body armour in the pillow fort. Or in bed."

Oh, he could handle getting groceries with Steve, or that was something that he told himself. He had stolen more than his share of food when he had been on his own, so he didn't think that actually paying for it would be any more complicated. He might even leave some of his weapons at the apartment for that adventure if they were going to undertake it. He didn't mind public places as much as he used to, though he still hid his face from cameras, which was admittedly more difficult. He'd have to grow his facial hair out again, which was annoying and itchy. He liked being clean shaven.

"No, you wanted to be in your apartment, so we're staying here," he said firmly between spoonfuls of soup. He was so focused on Steve and keeping his friend safe with his vigilance that he didn't even particularly enjoy his food. He just ate it. "I will guard you any way that I like too, so you need to stop complaining about it." He narrowed his eyes a little as if to prove his point, though that expression marred when told the new house rule about the pillow fort. "B-but... okay, I accept these terms. I won't wear anything."

If they were going to go out again, he was really going to insist on civilian clothing. Steve doesn't mind a weapon or two (even three, especially if they were hidden) but they were only going grocery shopping and not charging into a HYDRA base or a live war zone. Whether Bucky was clean shaven or kept a beard was up to him (he liked both) so long as it was clean. Same with hair. Steve doesn't want a bodyguard, he only wanted Bucky's company.

He could tell that the amount of 'care' and 'concern' his teammates had for him right now would get oppressive before long, which was why he left the Tower in the first place. Steve finished his soup first before starting in on the bread, chewing carefully with every bite. His stomach had been rather delicate before and he doesn't want to be sick on the food Bucky had worked hard to make. "I'm not complaining." Steve scowled as he replied, still carrying on with the firm look. "Just making a point. And good. You should be comfortable resting and that armor's not comfortable to rest in."

He was going to be hard-pressed to leave Steve's side at this, more than usual anyway. His general unhealthy dependence on Steve had shifted sideways to an unhealthy need to guard his friend and be close. Natasha had given them a look when they had left, but he hadn't not had time or opportunity to puzzle out the meaning of it. He just knew that it had happened and that Steve had also indicated in the past that such looks often came from her. Perhaps when Steve was back to rights again, he should inquire with her about them.

He was finishing his soup as Steve was halfway through the soup, and then he was also chewing carefully at the bread. It tasted good even without it being toast, so he was content to eat, though he peered at the scowling from the other side of the table. "What point would that be?" He nodded in agreement about being comfortable, and so he would be because Steve had agreed with him about not wearing anything at all.

He was glad Bucky was here. This situation would have been harder to bear if his friend wasn't around, even if he wished Bucky would give up on his insistence that he needed a bodyguard EVERYWHERE. He wasn't completely helpless like this. Steve had caught the tail end of the look Natasha had given them and thinking back on it made him wince. Looks like those usually preceded her cornering him with uncomfortable/incomprehensible questions or notes left on his personal belongings. Notes he usually destroyed as soon as possible after reading but the questions often lingered in his head. At least, it was aimed at him and not at Bucky. So far.

"My point, is that there is no need to guard me everywhere. Especially inside the pillow fort." Now Steve looked a bit suspicious at the way Bucky agreed so readily to no armour and no weapons inside the pillow fort. With the way Bucky was so insistent on guarding him this was too easy.

It wasn't that Steve was helpless; it was that Steve attracted trouble as flowers attracted bees. He knew it was going to happen and he knew that Steve was unable and even better, unwilling to risk wading into the situation to help out. He figured it was better to be there and be the heavy hitter himself, to stop those kinds of incidences before they got more intense than they should be. Things were different from the forties; now it was just as likely that any kind of heroics ended up with a knifing or a shooting, and he absolutely wouldn't risk Steve to that.

"I will agree the pillow fort is safe," he said with a nod. In fact, he acknowledged that the apartment was probably safe enough, but there was always a time and a place for caution. He ate down the last of his bread and drank the last of the water as well. "Do you want more soup?"

Steve gave Bucky another suspicious look before shaking his head. "No, I'm full." His current body didn't need as much food as he usually did and he had to watch the contents because some things had more potential of making him sick. "I'll clean up since you cooked." He added absently as he began to sort through the medicine that was brought back for the ones he was supposed to take after food. Along with medicine was also vitamin supplements. Refilling his glass of water he began to swallow the numerous pills one by one, grimacing at the taste of some of them.

"Did you want to do something other than skulking around the house in armour?" He asked as he started gathering pots, bowls and utensils for washing, setting aside the thankfully no-longer-smoking toaster to deal with later. It was still early and he didn't feel like sleeping yet despite the way his body still ached from the long hike earlier.

He narrowed his eyes at the second suspicious look, uncertain what he had done to earn them. He nodded in acceptance to Steve cleaning up and rose from his spot at the table to take his dishes back into the kitchen. He watched from the entrance of the kitchen while his friend was forced to swallow down an assortment of pills, and his pleasure for having Steve back in such a familiar manner vanished. There were very real and very dangerous medical conditions that his friend suffered from, and while he knew that Steve had survived them all and current medicine was very much improved, it was not the way that Steve should have to live for any length of time.

"I will do whatever you ask of me," he said softly, though he could take off his combat gear first. He lingered to watch Steve in the kitchen and even began to remove his kevlar vest and various belts with weapons attached to them as if to show his good faith in not keeping up with being fully armed in the apartment.

The pills in Steve's opinion was a far better option than the things he was forced to ingest seventy years ago. His asthma seems to be under control for now but in case it flares up there was he inhaler instead of cigarettes for him to smoke. Pills to help keep it under control in the first place. The same for his heart problems. Vitamins which were mostly tasteless were a far better option than the liver he ate regular just to keep healthy. There wasn't anything much anyone could do about his spine or his eyesight but all in all this was everything he's lived with all his life and he was used to it.

Steve paused in the middle of washing up and turned to look at his friend when Bucky started to divest himself of the heavy gear, only hearing bits and pieces of Bucky's voice with only one good ear. While he was happy Bucky was finally taking them off, it was at odds with what Bucky was insisting on before. "Bucky? What's wrong?" He put down the pot he'd been scrubbing and padded over on bare feet over to his friend.

He shifted out of his heavy gear, folding it or at least packing it appropriately on one of the nearby chairs. He pulled off his belts with weapons and munitions and they went on top of his vest, and he turned his head when Steve called out to him. "I am removing my tactical gear so we can spend time in the pillow fort when you're finished," he called, raising his voice a little so that Steve had a higher chance of hearing his full sentences.

He paused in bending to remove his boots when his friend came around the corner and stood up bare chested but still decent. "I am keeping surveillance of us. You don't have to worry about not hearing or seeing something," he assured before actually getting to unlacing his boots and pulling them off one by one. "Or would you like help with washing up?"

Steve heard enough this time, at least to fill in the blanks of what he didn't here. It was something he used to do often, mostly with strangers who didn't know (and who Steve didn't want to know about his ears' limitations). It didn't work one hundred percent of the time, but it was a useful enough trick normally. "Alright. I'm not worried...but thank you." He followed up those word with a smile, then shook his head. "No, I don't need help. I'm almost done." There weren't really all that many dishes or pots to wash, just one pot, two soup bowls, a ladle, two spoons and the plats and butter knives used for the bread and butter.

He paused for a moment to watch Bucky take off the heavy combat boots and returned to the kitchen to wash up as quickly as possible. At least he knows what Bucky wants to do afterwards. He couldn't bring himself to object either. It was always easy to relax in the pillow fort, as odd as it was for two grown men to have one in the first place. When he finished drying the last spoon, he headed towards the pillow fort, expecting Bucky to be there already.

He nodded his head as he finished removing his boots and set them neatly aside with the rest of his tactical gear. He would, of course, continually be vigilante where Steve was concerned, even as he removed his trousers and set them with the rest of his clothing, adhering to the policy of not wearing anything in the pillow fort. Steve had said so, and he was very pleased by that.

He hid a knife and his handgun under one of the supporting cushions, since he wasn't about to go in there unprotected. He knew that Steve would join him when finished or call for his help if it was required, so he settled into the space that brought him so much peace and rested his head on one of the pillows that had migrated from the bed to this area where he spent most of his sleeping time. It was much too early to sleep, but there was something so protective about this place. With Steve so much smaller, he wondered if being here would bring back some memories for him.

Steve would not understand how his words were actually understood by Bucky until he peered into the cushion fort for Bucky and found him wearing nothing, not even underwear. He opened his mouth to object, then sighed in resignation instead before crawling in next to Bucky himself. He doesn't quite understand Bucky's liking for being naked but he tells himself Bucky's preferences in being clothed or not clothed was just that, his preferences. And his own body's reactions with Bucky's nakedness were his own issues.

After getting in, Steve wiggles around on the blanket on the ground until he was comfortable on his side. Bucky preferred to sleep in here so that was where he slept too usually, plastered close to each other due to both preference and the fact that there wasn't as much space in here as there was in the bed. The blanket fort hasn't changed from when he last went in which was only a day or two ago, but it seemed different now that he was smaller again. "Alright?" he asked, meeting Bucky's eyes with a smile.

He raised an eyebrow when Steve seemed about to object to him being in the fort already, but he was pleased when his friend thought better of it. He was here and comfortable and while he had no plans to sleep, this was as safe a place as any in the apartment and still his favourite. He patted the spot invitingly where Steve normally takes up space, but it looked quite different when he friend slipped inside.

Steve really was a waif of a thing.

There was plenty of room where there wasn't usually, and he grabbed the spare blanket from just on the outside and dragged it in to throw over Steve in particular before he was slipping under and nestle down next to his small friend. "Yes, this is good. Are you comfortable? You can lay on me if it's not?"

"I'm fine. I'm comfortable. Seems cozier than before." More than fine really and he actually doesn't need the spare blanket over him right now, the apartment itself was warm enough. That was another thing he liked about modern day home improvements; central temperature control, that could even control humidity or filter out dust and other allergens. The last was especially important right now with his lungs working the way they did, over sensitive to almost everything. "And you don't really want me laying on you; I might be lighter now but I'm all skin and bones right now which will dig into you uncomfortably."

This was said in a matter-of-fact voice. There was no need for shame or modesty here; Bucky knows exactly what he looks like right now. He knows himself, both the post-serum and pre-serum.

"Why would it be cozier than before if it hasn't changed at all?" Perhaps it was more comfortable because they weren't wedged in against one another and there was room for two grown men to stretch out completely. He still had the blanket over them both despite the satisfactory room temperature and the fact that he so rarely experienced cold that bothered him. "Are you sure that's the reason you don't want to lay on me? If anything, it would benefit you if you're so bony and you'd be far more comfortable, wouldn't you say?"

He always had an appreciation for Steve in both forms, though this one definitely came with pleasant waves of nostalgia. It would never stop being familiar to him he suspected. "Besides, you probably aren't tired, so we could do something else until we are."

Steve's nose wrinkled as he tried to explain his thoughts. "It's...just a feeling? Not really rational I know but that's how I feel. Maybe it's because I'm smaller...." He was smaller now but still full grown and not exactly as small as he was when he was a child huddling in a cushion fort with his best friend in a rickety old apartment. The cushions and blankets they were using now were of far better quality then their families could afford back then. He also wasn't sure why Bucky was fixated on Steve lying on Bucky; they weren't quite cuddling yet despite their closeness. "I was trying to look out for you, but fine, I'll climb on top but no complaints if my elbows or knees dig into you someplace uncomfortable."

He shifted gingerly towards Bucky, uncomfortably aware that Bucky was entirely naked. At least he still has all his own clothes on, small comfort that was. "You're right...I'm not tired enough to sleep yet. So what do you suggest we do?"

Steve did take up less space, but his friend was completely the same otherwise. Perhaps Steve just felt this way because doing so with this body was bringing back memories of when they had done it back before the cold and the war? He remembered distinctly Steve speaking that they had done this often when they had lived in Brooklyn. He wished he remembered that as well, but those were still missing for the most part, though he had vague impressions here and there when he wasn't trying too hard to think of something. "I think I can handle bony elbows and knees," he said with perhaps more enthusiasm than he should as he settled on his back and folded his hands behind his head as he had seen Clint do when trying to look casual.

He never knew what to suggest when the offer to do something was left up to him. The usual assortment of activities that he did were not fitting for a pillow fort like cleaning guns, sharpening knives and wiping down his gear. "Let's um... watch a movie." They had positioned the couch to be able to do that, though still at an awkward angle. "You pick it since I don't know any."

They had certainly played and slept often enough together in pillow forts when they were children. There were less cuddling involved back then, more sleeping side to side, or play involving children's toys scattered here and there. Those were happy memories that he hoped Bucky would eventually regain. Steve shot Bucky a look one that said 'you're not fooling anyone here.' That pose had looked ridiculous on Clint (and often earned Clint a swat from Natasha) and looked similarly ludicrous on Bucky.

"A movie it is...I don't have as much choices here compared to the Tower but there's still a few." If it was back at the Tower he could have asked JARVIS to start showing the movie on the (rarely used) TV in the room but as it is he has to reluctantly leave the cozy nest of the cushion fort to put the movie on himself at the entertainment system. He didn't think too much about his choice, simply grabbing one of the older ones from the fifties that people have recommended to him as a much-watch before crawling back in again, this time moving directly to to lie on Bucky, pausing to pull up his boxers which threatened to fall down completely.

He blinked his eyes a few times as if to silently ask what he had done to earn such suspicion when he was only acting in their best interests. He didn't want his friend to be uncomfortable at all, and he also wanted Steve to lay on him. It didn't seem like a problem in his mind, though he supposed that his nudity would alter Steve's perception of his innocence on the matter. He really did mean no harm. He also didn't move his arms from the rather silly pose he was doing in order to 'convince' Steve that it was all relaxed and in good fun.

He watched Steve go, waiting for those oversized boxers to hit the floor at any moment when Steve is unaware or too busy to fix them. He kept the same pose and welcomed his friend back inside the fort that they shared before humming in pleasure when Steve crawled on top of him. There were that many bones poking him. He rested his head on his metal arm and used the warm flesh one to curl around Steve's waist even as his head tipped so that he could see the television screen. It as upside down for him, but there was something about this movie that attracted his attention more than the usual ones.

"You need to stop copying Clint's poses; they looked silly when he did them and doesn't really make you look any better." He told Bucky as he settled himself against Bucky's warm chest. Despite his warnings to Bucky about not complaining when he accidentally jabbed his friend somewhere tender with his elbows and knees he did try to keep them to himself even as he squirmed against Bucky to find a comfortable spot, the oversized boxers slipping down a bit as he did so, though not enough for him bother reaching down to fix.

Bucky felt really warm, though he thought it might because his current body always did have trouble keeping heat in. It was why he always felt extra cold in winter, or got sick so often. He frowned when he noticed the way Bucky had to crane his head in order to watch the tv. "I should get down from you...you can't watch comfortably like this."

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"I always look good unless I don't bathe," he replied, mostly because Tony had told him that before after giving him his new repaired arm. His arm waited until Steve was settled and then slipped across his friend's waist, noting that the boxers were not where they should be, and the press of skin-to-skin had his interest as much as the movie itself. It was made better whenever Steve decided to squirm a bit, sliding that teasing amount of skin against his own, and it was hard to focus on anything but that from time to time.

He rearranged the blanket over them both to so that the heat stayed with them and his fingers could stroke at the skin at the top of Steve's slipped boxers. He hummed softly at the concern for him when watching the show. "No, I want you just like this. I'm perfectly comfortable," he said, his arm tightening around Steve's lithe waist.

Steve bit back a laugh at the line. It was half Bucky, from a time when he'd go out and be ridiculously charming at the dames and enjoy himself during dates and he thought he recognized where the other half came from. There was only one person who'd say something like that. (He was glad they were getting along better now, enough for Bucky to accept something like that from Tony.) He doesn't notice when Bucky's attention strayed from the movie they were watching; his gaze fixed on the tv screen that was mostly visible from the opening of the cushion fort.

"If you're sure." He said dubiously, even when Bucky reinforced his words with increased pressure from his arm around his waist. And when he felt fingers stroking his bare skin, he couldn't help but squirm again, even though the touch wasn't anything close to ticklish. The boxers in the meantime, slid down some more.

Despite being on mission he had bathed recently so there should be no complaint about his appearance. He had even washed his face and hands at Bruce's request before he had gone and seen Steve in the treatment ward so as not to risk getting his friend sick. He was pleased to see that his comment had struck the right effect with Steve all the same, his expression softening even if he hadn't worked out a complete laugh from his friend; the amusement was enough for him.

He shivered at the squirming, and he felt a strange warmth in his belly that he was only slightly used to happening to him. There was also more skin available to him as Steve's oversized boxers continued their gradual descent towards Steve's knees. "You should take those boxers off. They are bunching. Don't you find them uncomfortable?" And he was feeling flushed and warm, though no obvious reaction was happening just yet.

[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

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