"Yeah?" Bucky asked, perking up a bit. "I've been sleeping on the floor with a blanket. Upgraded to a sleeping bag. Guess the couch would be a good next step." He gave a half smile, but nodded when the conversation turned back, the smile fading. "Not sure there's anyone here who doesn't have nightmares over something. But I'm not about to start reading any of the Lokis a bedtime story, so don't start advertising just yet, pal."
At the question, Bucky let out a laugh. "Oh, so you want to draw me like one of your French girls, Jack?" He shook his head, grinning, then stretched out comfortably, propping himself up on the metal arm, the book held there, with his right arm resting on his knee which was raised to support it. The left leg was stretched out comfortably, and he looked at Steve. "It's fine with me. You want me to read aloud while you sketch? Or keep it to myself until you're ready?"