Yes

Chapter 2

He gently roused to the light sound of pans clanging in the kitchen, Steve obviously trying to be quiet about it. When a small groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up, he found his mouth and throat to be dry, almost as if they were coated in cotton.

"Good, you're awake. I was about to start making dinner." Steve called from the other room. When he actually looked back at Bucky rather than just a glance, he asked, "You okay?"

"Head hurts." Bucky croaked.

He could hear Steve rummaging through the cupboard to get to the supersoldier edition of Excedrin Stark and Banner had created to cure the headaches that occurred with the nightmares.

He handed a couple to Bucky who took it and the large glass of water eagerly. He almost drank the entire glass in a few gulps before remembering to take the pills along with.

"Thanks, Stevie." He said, sitting the drained glass on the coffee table. He eyed the ingredients set out on the kitchen counter and asked, "What are you making?"

"Mac 'n' cheese." Steve replied. "Why don't you go get cleaned up while I get it ready?"

Bucky gave a short, groggy nod before standing to head to the shower. Well, at least he attempted to stand. As soon as he tried to heave himself to his feet, it set the world spinning and left him on weak legs that gave out beneath him.

"Easy, Buck," Steve said, catching him before he hit the floor.

"'M okay." Bucky insisted, though he was holding onto Steve for dear life to stay upright.

"No, you're not. Let's get you into bed."

"Need a shower." The brunette mumbled, grasping at the fabric of Steve's shirt to pull himself upright. Only when he tried to get a firm grip did he realize he was shaking.

No, he was shivering, his entire body feeling icy and numb. His vision darkened and everything seemed to go fuzzy, but he remained conscious.

"Alright." Steve ceded. "Alright, Buck. Let's get you to the bathroom."

Bucky was vaguely aware of being dragged to his feet and half stumbling to the bathroom before he was set carefully on the toilet seat. He heard Steve turn on the water and knew the air warmer was running, but was hardly even aware. The warm air didn't do much in regards to thawing him, but he soon felt Steve's warm hands brushing against bare skin as he helped Bucky out of his clothes. Once he shut the water off, he helped Bucky to his feet once more before lowering him into the hot water. This wasn't the first time something like that had happened- there had been multiple times Bucky'd woken shivering uncontrollably. Usually those were dreams, nightmares, that ended with him back in cryo.

The warmth of the water seeped slowly into his muscles, relaxing them and ceasing the shivering. He was left exhausted and boneless, leaning his head against the back of the tub.

"Y'don't have to stay here, Stevie." He finally mumbled, eyes just barely cracked open to see Steve. His face was flushed and sweat beaded on his forehead from the heat radiating from both the water and the vent.

"Just making sure you're okay." Steve replied, keeping his voice even and free of exhaustion Bucky knew the temperature was certainly causing.

"'M fine, don't worry." Bucky insisted, though he knew his voice wasn't very convincing.

"You don't sound fine."

"'Warm." Bucky said, and Steve understood it wasn't just his temperature; he was back to being himself and in his right mind, however exhausted it may be.