Steve isn't the type to rock the boat, not when it comes to Bucky. His eyes close and his past comes back to him in small flashes behind his eyes. His smile turns into an almost nostalgic one as he remembers a lifetime ago in Brooklyn. The roles had reversed from back then. A much smaller Steve, cradled in Bucky's arms as his best friend had tried to keep him warm. The blankets and the body heat just enough to keep the chill away while Steve shivered from the cold and the fever.

Now it was his turn to take care of them.

There was a part of Steve that didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted the quiet. He wanted the calm life with Bucky, the farm, even the goats. It was a fool's dream, something that probably would never happen but Steve can still think about it sometimes.

"I'm here now, punk, so just relax." Leaning down, Steve pressed a kiss to Bucky's cheek. "Shhh, you're safe. I'm not going anywhere." Steve will take the clingy, mostly because he's giving back as good as he's getting. He's all arms and legs, wanting to cocoon Bucky the best that he can. One hand moved to the small of his back, keeping Bucky flush against him. When Bucky was ready to talk, Steve would listen.

For now, Steve is just a rock, a blanket or whatever Bucky wants to think of him in terms of security. He isn't going anywhere.