#jaybucky

Bucky shifted beside him, sitting up and curling his arm loosely around him, "What do you need?"

It was never 'Are you okay?' or 'It'll be alright' with Bucky.  He was a victim to horrible nightmares as well, ones filled with blood and dead loved ones and the Red Room, so he knew what to say, what to ask.  Swallowing thickly, Jason straightened a little and turned in the embrace a little eyes still closed.  Immediately Bucky gently pulled him closer, his metal arm, the strength and solidness of it as well as how cool it was, grounding him as the older man pressed his head against his chest.  Jason's eyes fluttered shut as he listened to the steady beat of the other man's heart, his breathing slowly calming and neither of them speaking for a few long moments.

"Resurrection again." Jason mumbled finally, lifting a hand to gently push at Bucky's chest, quietly urging him to lay back down. "I'm good now."

Bucky obeyed, slowly reclining back, never relinquishing his hold on the younger man, even as he twisted his head to look at the clock. "Five hours.  That's a record, isn't it?"

Jason chuckled a little at that, letting Bucky guide him to curl up half on top of him, his hands stroking his hair and back. "Yeah..."

"Think you can go back to sleep?" Bucky was always so good at not pushing for information, for helping him cope, not trying to feed him some psychological bullshit.

"Maybe." Jason mused, absently running his fingers over scars and hard planes of muscle.  "You haven't had one for a while.  Sorry I woke you up."

"I have." Bucky corrects, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Yours just wake me up before they get bad."

Jason frowned at that, eyes cracking open. "So basically we're both sleeping shitty no matter what."

Bucky chuckled softly, the sound making a small grin quirk at the corner of Jason's lips. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Thanks for being my shitty sleep companion." 

"Ditto."