Bucky jolts awake. His legs are tangled in a maroon coloured duvet. He is lying in the middle of a large king bed, surrounded by pillows in matching maroon pillowcases. He is warm, but there is a part of him, deep in his gut that is still cold.
There are no dreams in cryo.
Adult, post-Civil War. This fixes most things I wasn’t happy with in CW, i.e. it adds some lovely depth to Steve & Bucky’s relationship. Also, shared dreaming, which is catnip.