Stucky- Some night may not be as peaceful...

It was another cold night out in the middle of nowhere, a star riddled sky with no context, enshrouded by the tips of the trees that implied a sense of protection, when the man sitting in the chilling mist blanketing the clearing thought there was something more comforting that his little heaven he currently laid in, and it was sleeping next to him.
Although his source of comfort was currently wandering in the realm of dreams, he felt he could tell his companion his deepest secrets and the sleeping man would still hear. He didn’t have a gun strapped to his waist, a rifle in his hand or his shield by his side, but he could sense the vast and cavernous expanse of their impenetrable bubble, where there was no need for bullets, no need for fighting or hiding behind a mask, an identity. Here, they could just be.
The scenery changed every time they were able to sink into this tranquil area, meant only for them. They didn’t. This was a place they could cast aside their fears, their worries and their doubts and rest. Out of all the moments that the contemplative man had spent with his companion, he knew these were his favourites.
He felt the man lying at his side shift slightly, before he looked down to see him beginning to thrash, anger and begging contorting his face one after the after. His fists clenched and ripped out patches of grass around them, his legs kicking out as if on instinct. His whole body thrashed in reaction to an unknown danger, his breathing picking up a rapid pace and sweat drenching his thin vest and forehead. The silence was destroyed by the sound of his perpetual screams. His now very much awake friend was pinning down his arms, whispering soothing comments intermixed with soft shushes.
10, perhaps 20 minutes passed before the panicked man’s breathing turned into gulps for air. His weary muscles began to relax, along with his racing heart. Sweat drenched every inch of him, heat radiating from every pore. He blinked blearily as he came back to the land of living, his friend unpinning his arms and resting on what was left of the grass beside him. It took him a few minutes to recognise his surroundings, before his unfocused eyes rested on his friend’s uneven breath, his messy golden hair and the charming smile that was directing at him. The smile was enough to calm his frazzled nerves, but he couldn’t help but let that sliver of fear creep into his gut, hoping he hadn’t hurt his close friend.
“Did I…?” He whispered, not wanting to express his worries aloud.
“You know you didn’t Buck.” His friend whispered back soothingly, reaching to brush the stray strand of deep brown hair from his friend’s forehead.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Bucky pulled him into a tight hug; his blue eyed friend knowing this was his way of showing how terrified he really was. He didn’t even need to ask what it had been this time, since he knew he had experienced it too. No mission for them was easy, and not all missions left just the physical scars. He had shared everything with his close friend, his companion, his Bucky. When he had been captured, he had vowed never to let Bucky through that kind of hell alone ever again.
Letting go of each other slowly, they curled up on the grass together, using forearms as pillows and curling the other arm around each other as blankets. Closing their eyes, they laid there in tranquility. The golden haired boy knew sometimes reality slipped into their little world, but never stayed. It was something they didn’t want nor need while they slipped into their subconscious dreams.
“Ya know Buck, if you swung punches like that on the field, nobody would dare come near us. Makes me glad you’re on our side.” The taller friend chuckled, watching as the other man cracked one open in a glare that didn’t have much power behind it.
“Shut up Steve.”
“Night Buck.”
Both men closed their eyes, but Steve slowly opened his eyes to watch Bucky’s peaceful face and soft breathing. Bucky was the only one who slept like an angel, quiet and happily. Gently, as not to wake his sleeping companion, he pressed his lips gently onto the brunette’s forehead before lying back down to relax.
Before long the blonde man himself felt his eyes droop until they were closed, sleep overtaking his super serum body. He knew nowhere was safer than in Bucky’s arms, and that’s where he would stay, until the end of the line.