Bucky struggles with the cold, and seeks Steve in the night.

Even though Steve and Bucky are on the run, it doesn't mean they can't make time for each other.

All this light, Bucky thinks, leaning his chin to his forearms, curled into himself like a forest animal against the chill. His socked feet feel exposed and vulnerable against the step. All this light, and still it’s ancient history.

Bucky and Steve communicate through food.  Sam is a good person, so he doesn't complain about his kitchen being taken over.  Not too much, anyway.

He forces himself out of bed, letting out a tired sigh as he makes it sluggishly to the window, limbs sleepy and slow, and he looks out the window and the world is white. It’s piling high and it’s blinding and he can practically feel the familiar bite of frost on his numb limbs. He can feel his back hitting rocks as he’s drug limply through the ice and snow, delirious with cold and pain. He can smell iron, taste it too, he can see streaks of red in the soft looking snow and he closes the curtains quickly.

Steve has no words for his friend, because how is he supposed to explain to him that he just realized he’s in love with him?

Lots of things change. But for Steve and Bucky, some things don't.

Bucky Barnes who was essential; invisible to eye but clear to the heart. Bucky Barnes who made him feel like the sun came to shine into his life. That was the Bucky Barnes he was in love with. And they were silent; but he had never felt so close to him.