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Bucky was tired. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. It had been months since the last time he had been able to regress and the stress of not being able to cope was slowly creeping up on him. Generally, he'd slip into his headspace to soothe himself to sleep, as he found it an effective way to beat his insomnia. Only he was certain Steve was becoming suspicious of him and he was NOT about to let his best friend of over 70 years see him in such a state. After all, he probably wouldn’t understand and would more than likely be grossed out by it. In a fit of childish rebellion, Bucky threw his blanket over his shoulders and head and curled into a ball, fighting the urge to stick his thumb in his mouth, opting instead to bite the inside of his cheek. A couple minutes passed until the brunette heard a knock on the door.
“Bucky? You awake?”
In response, Bucky sunk lower into the bottom of his bed and let out a slightly high pitched grunt. Steve sighed and sat on Bucky’s bed. He pulled back the covers, revealing a scrunched up face as the light intruded Bucky’s dark ‘cave.’
“Hey sweetheart... Time to get up.”
Bucky scrunched his face into a pout “Dun wanna…” He whined. Steve frowned, a bit taken aback. He knew Bucky had a tendency to act pretty young at times but something about this seemed different. “Buck? You feeling ok, pal?” Bucky snapped suddenly out of his sleepy stupor. “Oh. Uh. Yeah, I’m good.” He sat up and smiled, placing a kiss on Steve’s lips. “My turn to make breakfast. How’s pancakes sound?” He said, quickly getting up and leaving the room.
“Oh. Uh. Yeah.” Steve mumbled as he sat on Bucky’s bed, confused. As Steve got up he made a mental note to talk to Nat later.