Hello Winterhawk People,, Heres A Comic I Did Two Years Ago That I Never Finished!

Hello winterhawk people,, here’s a comic I did two years ago that I never finished!

Enjoy

I. Am. Not. Okay.

I drew my OG boys in the barbie meme format

Side profile looking okayish… 👀🙄🥵😍

Bucky worshipping Steve’s warm sleepy body and feeling him all over but not in a sexy way just in a sweet and gentle way ohhhhh myyyyyyyy the softness of his kisses

Oh, doc, I love this ask!

Okay, a little drabble, let's see...

To be Warm

It's cold. Like, ridiculously cold. And Bucky is awake - partly because his brain won't shut off tonight, and partly because the comforter, the blanket, the other blanket and the three pairs of socks he's wearing are just not enough to keep the cold out.

Bucky hates the cold.

It's been nearly a year since he failed his mission. Failed Hydra. Chose Steve.

And it's been nearly a month since he agreed to move into Steve's apartment and rent out his spare room (Steve is charging him almost nothing, but Bucky has been sneaking money into his account anyway. All of Steve's bank passwords are Bucky’s old serial number, 32557038... which makes Bucky's heart hurt in a way he doesn't quite understand).

But tonight is the first real, proper, freezing New York evening. And Steve's apartment is nothing like the temperature controlled room at Shield. Its old and it's drafty and it sucks.

Bucky is lying in bed, shivering, cold to the core, and he has the worst idea stuck on repeat in his head.

Because, the thing is, he knows why Steve has such a stupid cold apartment. He knows why this weather doesn't bother Steve at all. He knows exactly how hot Steve Rogers body runs - Steve is like a walking, talking furnace... So Bucky knows that the warmest spot in the apartment right now is in the bed of the next room over.

Right up close next to Steve.

It takes another seven minutes and twenty two seconds (and a blast of cold air from under the shitty window) for Bucky to decide, you know what? Fuck it.

He's doing it.

He drags the comforter off the bed, around himself, and shuffles into the hallway to the next room over.

He knocks very tentatively on the frame of the open door.

He gets no response.

'Steve?' He whispers.

Nothing.

'Stevie?' He says, a little louder.

Crickets.

He moves a little further into the room. 'Hey, punk!' He says, reaching a foot up onto the bed to jostle Steve with.

He gets a snort and a sniffle. And that’s it. Steve has his back to Bucky, and it's not even under the damn covers. It's bare, and (ridiculous, broad beauty notwithstanding) it's making Bucky feel even colder.

'Okay, move over Stevie, you’re killing me,' Bucky finally says, kneeling on the bed and knee walking over to Steve. He keeps the comforter wrapped around his shoulders and climbs under Steve's covers too. And oh god.

Steve is so fucking warm.

Bucky can't help the moan that escapes him just from the feel of that glorious heat seeping through his skin, down down into his blood, warming him to his bones.

It's like heaven.

'Fucking hell, Steve,' he says with gusto. Because Bucky knew Steve ran hot, but this is crazy. He feels so good. And though Bucky honestly thought at this point Steve would sleep through an earthquake, somehow Bucky's cold hands getting close enough to touch Steve's arm sends a shock through Steve, enough to startle him awake. Enough for him to roll over in a panic and grab at Bucky.

'Whoa, Stevie!' Bucky says softly, in his most Bucky Barnes like accent (he can put it on, when he wants to. Sometimes it's even involuntary) 'It's just me!'

'Buck?' Steve says, all bleary eyed and scrunchy nosed, 'What?'

'I'm sorry, Steve, I didn't mean to scare you I just...' Bucky's looking at Steve and Steve is rubbing at his face, blinking back at Bucky in the most stupidly adorable way, Bucky has to bite down a smile. 'I was cold.'

'You're cold?' Steve asks, sounding more awake, 'You okay?'

'Is it okay if I stay in here with you?' Bucky starts, 'Is just you're s-'

'Of course!' Steve says quickly, cutting Bucky off, 'Of course you can, Buck.' And because the universe hates (or maybe loves) Bucky Barnes, Steve, in nothing but his tighty whities, is turning all the way over to clutch at Bucky from under the comforter, and pull him right up to lay under Steve's chin. 'I'm plenty warm enough for both of us, Bucky.'

And Bucky can't help but sigh into Steve's neck. Burrow in even closer, snake his cold hands (one so very much colder than the other) up to rest on Steve's chest. Oh, if the Winter Soldier could see him now - become this soft, sappy version of himself. Bucky's not sure if he would have hated it, or if seeing it would have been enough to break his programming.

Either way, it's broken now and Bucky gets to have this. All of the soft warmth and comfort he could ask for.

More than he deserves.

But he'll fucking take it. Because he wants it. He loves it.

Who wouldn't?

'Better?' Steve asks, wrapping his giant arms around Bucky's back and sealing the warmth around him like a haven.

'Perfect,' Bucky says back, muffled and sated.

And who knows what Steve's thinking, but it must be something insane, because he reaches his nose down to nuzzle into Bucky's messy hair and before Bucky has fully processed what is happening he is kissing Bucky on the head.

And while Bucky's mind is reeling at the meaning behind that, at the meaning behind Steve’s lips just gently pressing into Bucky’s bed head hair, like he’s been doing it all his life, Steve has fallen right back to sleep. He is snoring. Snoring!

So what choice does Bucky have but to close his eyes tight, take a deep breath and scream out his feelings in absolute silence.

And when he's done he feels surprisingly calm. He takes a minute to snuggle in deeper, he gets himself comfortable, and then he kisses Steve back. A soft little kiss, right on his smooth, round, beautiful shoulder. And when Steve sighs between snores, grips Bucky tighter, Bucky can be excused for the way he just melts.

He's fully thawed.

He's so warm he doesn't remember ever being cold.

And Bucky could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in Steve’s arms, like something precious. Something treasured.

He wants that. More than anything.

So, maybe he will.

Maybe he will

That’s it - so, umm... Sorry Sydney - but that little drabble turned into a bit of a fic...

Oops...

Honestly can it all just begin and end with him!!!