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Steve and Bucky as kids, falling asleep pillowed on top of each other on the rug in front of the stove at Steve’s place, Steve’s head on Bucky’s stomach as the radio plays softly over their measured breathing.

Steve and Bucky as young adults, sharing a bed since there’s only room enough for one creaky old itchy mattress in Bucky’s attic apartment, pressed together under the blankets because their heat got cut off when they didn’t have enough money to pay the bill.

Steve and Bucky as soldiers, sharing a foxhole in France in the winter, huddling up tight against one another to share body heat in between lookout shifts, Bucky’s head on Steve’s shoulder for once.

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Steve, today, unable to sleep because his bed feels too big, and he always wakes up cold.