sorry for long >.>
Steve lent down to kiss Bucky's shoulder. "Kinda, don't mind though, I probably woulda been up soon anyway." He never slept much, dreams or not-a sometimes useful effect of the serum.
"And if not we can sit and listen to some of those old songs Ma used to sing til the rest of the house decides to get up." He rubbed one hand up and down Bucky's side. He hated that he had dreams like that, that Peggy had her own too, but he figured maybe it was better in some way, that they all had them. It made it much easier to understand each other when they happened. And to understand that they all had different reactions to them. Peggy liked to fight or work out, to get the anger out physically. Steve liked to focus on the happy memories, things from before the war or the few nights of peace they'd had with the Commandos or his life here on the island. Bucky liked distractions and cigarettes, and since the both knew how much Peggy hated the cigarettes he hoped distraction would be enough. And if not, at least Steve would be up to watch the kids while Bucky went out. He didn't know where he was hiding them but he knew they were out there somewhere-even though Bucky always changed his clothes and put on a fresh coat of cologne Steve could still smell them on him sometimes. He wasn't going to push though. He wasn't perfect either and they all had demons, if the smokes were Bucky's way to cope well, Steve had never been good at saying no to Bucky.
"I could use some mind settling too anyway." he admit, giving Bucky a slight squeeze. He still couldn't get the memories out of his head, feeling the weight of Peggy's coffin on his shoulder, the way his friends had fought, the way they looked in the prison, seeing Bucky lost to the soldier again, then seeing him almost dead at Tony's hand. He didn't blame or hate Tony, especially not the one here, but the other emotions were still there and he'd been holding his family just that much tighter since.