Willow had convinced Bucky that she could take care of herself, and he'd headed off to his room. She felt bad for brushing him off like that, especially since he was anxious about Steve. Willow had told Bucky she'd go to sleep, but in truth she had no plans to do so. Willow wheeled out of her room, and headed in to check on Steve. She stopped when she realized that Bucky was sitting next to Steve's bed, watching over him. Lulu must have gone back to their room. 

  Willow felt something warm and wet drop onto her hand, she looked down in surprise and saw several drops of red. She lifted her hand to her face, confirming that the bleeding was coming from her nose. Pushing down a wave of irritation, Willow steered her wheelchair to the small bathroom and grabbed a tissue to stanch the bleeding. Willow had been getting a lot of nosebleeds recently and she couldn't figure out why. 

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  An hour later, Willow poked her head in Steve's room again. Lulu and Sam were sitting next to him, Steve was still sound asleep. Heading to Bucky's room, Willow knocked softly, "Buck, you awake?"

  There was no answer, but the door wasn't shut all the way and creaked open slowly. Bucky was sprawled out on the bed, surrounded by scattered mission reports. He'd fallen asleep while looking them over; Willow smiled slightly as she quietly collected the scattered papers and stacked them in a neat pile. Willow couldn't stand un-organized piles, so she tapped everything down on the table, making sure the ends of every paper lined up perfectly. 

 "You moron," Willow said softly, "What kind of idiot gets in bed with his shoes on?"

 Willow pulled Bucky's boots of gently and sat them down next to the bed. Then she pulled the comforter over Bucky, tucking it around his shoulders. Bucky's eyebrows were scrunched together, like he was thinking hard about something. When he was awake Bucky always looked worried about something, and he looked like he was worried when he slept too; Willow leaned forward in her wheelchair and kissed his forehead gently. "Good night Bucky," Willow ran her fingers through his hair out of habit, pushing it back and away from his forehead. 

 She started to turn her wheelchair away when Bucky grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips. Kissing the back of her hand lightly, "Your supposed to be resting Willow."

"Your not my boss Barnes," Willow said quietly. 

"I know," Bucky tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her closer, "Stay here. Just for a bit. Okay?"

"Alright then."

  Willow parked her wheelchair next to the bed and let her head rest on the pillow next to Bucky's. Bucky twined his fingers through hers, "Your so beautiful."

"No chick flick moments Barnes."