Bucky & Steve
Bucky put up a token protest about taking Natasha's bed, and he was wary of the pills. But she overrode him, and he was enough out of the mire of his own brain to see that she wanted some space too. The pills were herbal and mild, none of the heavy drugs from the Capitol he tried to use sparingly now, and Bucky only hesitated a little before giving in.
He didn't quite return Steve's hug, but he leaned into it, soaking up the warm of it for a quiet moment before nodding and then ducking away. The silent space of a room to himself was welcome. Bucky was exhausted, embarrassed, and frustrated, and too much of all of it to want to talk about any of it. He just wanted to sleep.
It was an unfamiliar place, and Bucky didn't sleep all that well in general. It came and went, brought nightmares with it a lot. Bucky wasn't exactly unusual in that. Most Victors had bad nights and shit sleep. Between just how tired he was and the pills though, Bucky dropped off quickly, and he slept. Knowing Steve and Natasha were there - maybe it helped. He didn't know. Bucky rarely quite understood how his own head worked. He tried, and he at least had a better understanding of what kind of shit could set him off now - but it was far from perfect.
But he still didn't sleep that long. A few hours later Bucky jerked awake, vaguely unsettled and unsure why. For a moment the unfamiliar room felt oppressive and panic started to seep in. But then the color and scent of things seeped in. Bucky recognized the smell of Natasha's shampoo, remembered where he was.
He stayed there for a while longer, waking up, running back over the events of the night in his head and making sure they were all there, all in the right order, all connected to the right faces. Bucky didn't think anything was missing, or at least not more than a minute, here and there. It was as good as he could expect.
He crawled out of the soft bed finally, taking the shower Natasha had offered, washing the glitter and make-up of the night off, the product in his hair. He put the same clothes back on, but still felt cleaner and more alert as he walked out. The apartment still sounded quiet, and Bucky debated just staying there until morning. But he wanted to see ... he wanted to see if both of them were all right, but Natasha had wanted space. He wouldn't push at her until she came back out. He'd already taken her room. Steve had offered though, he was waiting. Bucky finally slipped back out, silent on bare feet, dressed but still damp-headed, looking to see if Steve was still asleep.
He wasn't. Steve was there, looking back at him. His nose wasn't bleeding, but it was red and a little swollen. Bucky wondered if he'd put ice on it. "Hey," he said, quiet enough to not disturb Natasha if she was asleep. Bucky was awkward with what to say, but he felt like that was how all their meetings started, since they started to talk again. Maybe that was a sign he should have just stayed the fuck away from Steve. Bucky wasn't doing him much good. "You sleep at all?" he asked, walking over and dropping down to sit on the table in front of Steve instead of the chair opposite him - it felt too far away. He'd have to talk too loud and it might carry to Natasha, who should at least get to fucking nap if she wanted to, after tonight.