Bucky held Steve close as they layed in bed. He was content like this. He could lay with him for hours. Not even sleeping. Just laying. Listening to Steve's heartbeat and feeling it beat against his skin. It all made him so calm. He felt like everything was okay, even though everything was pretty much always shit.

Bucky tightened his arm around Steve a bit and wrapped his leg over his. Steve smiled, "I was just skin and bones when we used to lay like this..." he stiffled a nervous laugh.

Bucky reached his hand down and held his wrist gently. He rubbed circles into his radius with his thumb and kissed his shoulder, "you still have the same bones..."

"Enhanced bones..."

"But they're still you. I loved you then, and I love you now. Nothing has changed that."

Steve rolled over to face him. Their faces were barely an inch apart, "how could you love a toothpick? How could you love someone who is just fake?"

"Because you have always been beautiful to me. Because you have always stayed the same Steve no matter what. Loyal and brave. You stand up for what you believe in. I have always looked up to you."

"You have...?" Steve asked quietly.

"Of course I have."

Steve smiled and kissed him softly, "I love you so much..."

"I love you too. And your bones." The corner of his mouth picked up into a small smile.