Steve sleeps on his back, straight as he can, barely moving. This is a habit left over from camp, squashed in with other soldiers and from before, from the cold bitter New York winters when he was a kid. The cold was dangerous for him so every night Bucky squeezed in his narrow bed to keep him warm, he was like a furnace. Steve's elbows were sharp as knives so he made sure to keep extra still so his friend would be comfortable.
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Avengers Headcannons
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