“Ow-Fuck Steve, back off a bit, Jesus.”
“’m sorry, hang on a sec… Well, I could ask if you’re happy to see me but that might be in poor-”
“Shut the fuck up, Steve.”
Steve smirks into the darkness, but huddles up against Bucky nonetheless. He practically radiates heat from his big body, his arms warm around Steve’s shoulders, his legs a furnace against Steve’s. Even the hard on he’s sporting is unforgivable because it’s just that warm, and Steve is just that cold.
Sometimes, winter in New York really blows.