InsaneJournal

Who: Tony and Little Wee Steve
What: Uh oh, not again
Where: Their house
When: October 6


Steve was used to waking up cold, if the fire died out, not enough wood to stock it. Empty fireplace, empty stomach, that was normal. So waking up warm was kind of strange, stranger still was the warm wasn't from Bucky buried in behind him breathing on his neck. It was from a man. Steve lay there for a long time, wondering why he wasn't panicking. But he wasn't scared, probably should have been, had every reason to be, but wasn't.

When he got up it was actually more of a surprise to see himself. Steve wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but he had to get closer to get a better look. He was so small, youthful and baby faced and with a strong desire to play jacks and eat pancakes.

The man didn't look like he was going to be waking up on his own any time soon and so Steve got closer, reaching out to gently shake his shoulder. "Hey Mister?" Steve said quietly. "Sorry mister but you got to wake up."