Bucky wakes slowly in the middle of the night, his eyes peeling open. He frowns, he didn't know what had woken him.

He sits up in bed and scooches back so that his back is pressed against the wall, he runs his hands down his face and yawns widely. He glances over at Steve, still sleeping soundly. He was sprawled out on his stomach, an arm tucked under his pillow. He looked peaceful and for a moment Bucky was jealous. He wished he could sleep peacefully.

Bucky rolls over and flops onto his stomach, facing the blonde. He was already bored and knew he wouldn't fall back to sleep. It was about one in the morning.

"Hey, I'm Captain America, and I can be all sexy and stuff because freedom, that's why." Bucky says quietly but confidently, mimicking Steve. The blonde doesn't move and Bucky grins to himself.

"Be careful out there, Buck, because I worry far too much and don't worry about myself and saving my own a** because liberty, that's why." He continues, raising an eyebrow like Steve might.

"Besides, I'm also Captain Dorito, so my a** doesn't need saving because I've got my pal Buck. Not Bucky. But Buck." He mimicked. Growning tired of that, he sits up again and grabs a pillow, then puts it on Steve's back, then uses that as a pillow. He feels Steve sigh in his sleep, his body rising and falling with the deep breath.

"I'm so bored, Stevie." He mumbles into the pillow, Rolling back over and laying a hand across his forehead. The blonde rolls over and Bucky gets half trapped underneath him with a soft 'oof'. He huffs and pulls himself out from underneath, messing up his already messy hair.

"I'm Captain America, too heavy for my boy and blonde haired and blue eyed and unfairly gorgeous." He huffs in his Steve imitation voice.

"Now do I really sound like that, Bucky?" Steve murmurs and the brunette jumps. The blonde grins a little, burying his face a little more into the pillow and opening his eyes. Bucky was scowling.

"Don't do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Bucky whines, folding his arms and pouting.

"'M sorry." Steve yawns, closing his eyes again.

"No you're not." Bucky accuses, taking his pillow back and placing it underneath his head.

"Not really, no." The blonde admits, yawning. Bucky curls up against him and sprawls an arm over Steve's chest, his hands move a little and he traces the blonde's muscles. Steve lets him, nearly asleep again. Bucky splays his hand out over Steve's chest and is relieved by the constant, soft drumming of his heart.

The blonde falls back asleep and Bucky remains awake, he just lies there in Steve's embrace but is eventually lulled off to sleep by the warmth of his body pressed up against the larger blonde. He sleeps peacefully for once.