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Chapter 4

It was agony waiting for Bucky's birthday to come around. It had been the end of February when he'd had the new prosthesis put on, so March 10th wasn't a very long wait. Still, it felt like forever to Steve, and that was saying something.

It took nearly all of the first week for Bucky to even start using his arm for basic actions in which items that were a little harder to break were involved in. He was still wary using it for stuff that required a more sensitive touch, but for the most part was okay. There were a couple days that didn't end so well, and as he started sleeping back in his room the nightmares returned and they got back to their usual schedule.

During that week, they'd also gone shopping for a new stove. They decided to go with something similar to the one they'd had before, though it was a little more up to date.

At the beginning of the second week, Steve decided to try something. He remembered how Bucky hadn't had any nightmares the night he and Steve fell asleep on the couch, and instead of sleeping in his room he decided to go ahead and sleep on the palette beside Bucky's bed.

"You don't have to sleep down there all night." Bucky'd said, looking down at Steve on the ground. "'S not like we've never shared a bed before."

Steve shrugged and grabbed his pillow from the ground, climbing into bed beside Bucky. It was obvious the latter was still having issues with touch, at least with his left arm, but they ended up like they used to when it was just them in their small, one-bedroom apartment; backs pressed up against each other with their feet occasionally brushing. That night, Bucky didn't have any nightmares.

After that, it got a little better. Both got more sleep since Bucky wasn't thrashing in his nightmares and Steve didn't have to wake him. He also began opening up a bit with the metal arm, trying it out with more delicate items such as consciously picking up a coffee mug or using it to eat with. He still wouldn't purposely touch Steve with it, but didn't seem to mind if Steve leaned or brushed against it while they were sitting on the couch.

On the morning of Bucky's birthday, Steve got up earlier than usual to make an extra-special breakfast, as opposed to their usual cereal and Toaster Streudels (Bucky was now hooked on them). He used their new stove to make pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hash browns, and actually made use of the waffle maker Stark had given him a while back as a gag gift- it made waffles in the shape of Steve's shield and had the design painted on the outside.

He'd already stocked up on tons of blueberries, even putting some in the pancakes and waffles, and piled as much as he could on a huge plate that was apparently supposed to be used to serve cookies and the like (it was also painted like his shield, though this one was Maria's doing) and made it look as festive as he could.

"Steve?" Bucky asked tiredly from his doorway, hair a mess and eyes still glazed over with sleep. Steve couldn't help but realize they were also somewhat red and puffy, but he didn't mention anything.

"Happy birthday, Buck." He said instead, slinging a towel over his shoulder.

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Bucky stared at the breakfast laid out on the bar: a huge plate piled with waffles and pancakes, lined with tons of whipped cream and fruits, next to it another plate piled with hash browns, eggs, and bacon. He stared at the mass of food, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. If Steve hadn't reminded him of it a few days ago he wouldn't even know why he'd done this. Not because he didn't remember his birthday, but because he was just bad with days in general, and these past couple of weeks haven't exactly been easy ones. Although since he and Steve began sharing a bed like they used to, both their nights have been considerably more restful.

"Stevie, you didn't have to do this." Bucky insisted, though he was still staring at the enormous heap of food and wondering how Steve managed to make this much without waking him.