Steve slowly made his way to the door, putting on some slippers and glancing back at Bucky before carefully moving out into the hall, taking extra care not to close the door too loudly and let him sleep. He looked out of the tall windows as he made his way to the kitchen, smiling at the softened colour of the sky and heading to the fridge to start making their breakfast.
Bucky kept sleeping, laying on Steve's bed. He eventually started to wake up, shifting and moving around a little bit.
Steve searched through the fridge for some bacon and eggs, putting a few pieces of bread in the toaster and taking his time with preparing their breakfast, humming some tune from his childhood that he couldn't name.
Bucky got up, heading towards the kitchen. He looked tired, his hair hanging into his face a little bit and his eyes looking tired.
Steve quietly hummed as he cooked their breakfast, turning over the bacon and minding the scrambled eggs in the other pan as he considered making coffee. Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and his mouth curved into a smile as Bucky tiredly walked into the kitchen. "Oh hey. Good morning," He said, turning off the stove before he went to greet him.
Bucky gave him a faint smile. "Good morning." he greeted quietly, coming over to Steve and sliding his arms around the other man, leaning against him a little.
Steve smiled, sighing as he wrapped his arms around him in return. "We slept in," He softly said, running a slow hand through Bucky's hair, "Did you sleep okay, after?"
Bucky nodded a little bit, then shrugged. "I…I don't know. I slept alright." he replied quietly, closing his eyes and letting out a quiet breath.
Steve nodded, looking at Bucky with a soft smile, his eyebrows faintly pulled together. "Hmm. That must've been some nightmare," He said, thinking back to Bucky's trembling frame and tearful eyes just hours before, "You wanna talk about it?"
Bucky stiffened a little, shaking his head slightly. "I…" he trailed off, swallowing faintly. "Not really." he opened his eyes again, looking up at Steve.
"Okay," Steve softly replied, nodding as he met Bucky's gaze and hoping that the dream hadn't been as bad as it seemed, "Yeah…that's okay." He turned to glance at the stove, offering him a gentle smile, "I, um, made breakfast."
Bucky blinked, and nodded a little. "Oh. Alright. Uhm…thanks, Steve." He said softly.
Bucky blinked, and nodded a little. "Oh. Alright. Uhm…thanks, Steve." He said softly.
"Yeah, no problem. Do you wanna—" Steve said, nodding over at the food keeping warm on the stove. He smiled, happy that he could make such a wholesome breakfast for them and faintly remembering how plain and meagre meals used to be, all those years before. "If you're hungry?"
Bucky nodded a little bit. "I…yeah." he said, pulling away from Steve and grabbing two plates, holding one out to the blonde man.
Steve took the plate with a soft smile, turning to retrieve the few pieces of toast that had popped up. "D'you want any coffee? I can make some," He said, smiling as he placed a piece of toast on Bucky's plate, moving around him to serve them some bacon and scrambled eggs.
Bucky shrugged a little. "Yeah, sure. That sounds good." he repled, giving Steve a faint, slightly uncertain smile.
Steve hummed, smiling a little as he readied the coffee maker. "Never had breakfast like this, back when we were younger," He said, placing a few pieces of bacon on his plate as he thought of the sleepy mornings of cold toast and bland porridge, "Younger-Steve would be a little awestruck."
He chuckled faintly, nodding a little as he grabbed himself some food. "Yeah. I…don't remember much, but…" he shrugged a little.
Steve nodded faintly, glancing over at Bucky with a quick smile. "That's okay," He said, serving himself some scrambled eggs, "Even if it's only a little, you can share the things you remember. It might be good thing."
Bucky nodded faintly, moving to sit down at the breakfast bar. "Yeah." he replied softly.
Steve shrugged, sitting down to his breakfast. He was quiet for a moment, stealing a glance over at Bucky. "You sure you don't wanna talk about it?" Steve cautiously asked, thinking back to his trembling frame at his door, "Because…we can. You don't have to keep it all to yourself."
"I…" He picked up his fork in his right hand, chewing on his lip a little. "I don't know." He finally replied, taking a bite of food so that he had an excuse not to respond.
Steve let out a quiet sigh, nodding in thought as he glanced down at his plate. "It's just…" He started, pausing to think of the right words, "I feel like…there's so much that you're keeping inside. And I'm not doing enough."
Bucky looked up at him, biting his lip. "No– Steve, I…" he trailed off, thinking. "It's…it's not your fault, I swear. I'm just…I don't know."
"You're just…" Steve started, shrugging a little as he met his gaze, "You're just keeping it all inside." He thought of all his attempts at suggesting therapy, and all the times Bucky refused. "I can see it in your eyes; all the time, and the way you were last night," He bit his lip for a moment, finding it hard to put into words how much he wished things could be different, "Bucky…I want you to get better."
Bucky looked down at his hands for a moment. "I'm just, uhm…I…" He shook his head a little bit. "I can't."
Steve softly frowned, looking over at bucky and his downcast glance. "What do you mean 'you can't?" He quietly asked, letting out a breath, "You're still in pain, and you're not doing anything about it. But you can try."
"I…can't talk about it, Steve. I…" He shook his head a little, taking a bite of food even though he couldn't hardly taste it right now.
"But you can," Steve softly urged, poking at his eggs with his fork and silently wondering how much there was for him to keep hidden, "It'll hurt; and it'll be hard, but you gotta at least try. I'm here, remember? And we've always worked through stuff together."