"You don't have to do this." Bucky raised his arm from the ground, gesturing with his open palm towards the air mattress in the corner. He'd bought it once on a whim. In the months since he'd brought it home, he could count on one hand the number of times he'd so much as sat on it.

"I've slept on worse," Sam replied. He yawned. "Good night, Buck."

Bucky reached forward, slipping his hand over Sam's own. "Night."