All I want for Christmas is you.

Snow was falling from the dark sky, finding its place on the windowsill where a boy was observing the city from that tiny apartment.

He had an intent expression but also thoughtful. His metal fingers were slipping on the cold snow, without feeling any thrill or those little snowflakes.

In the distance he heard the sound of a motorcycle, painting a little smile on his face right after he saw a red, white and blue shield appearing from the corner of one of the streets.

He moved from the window, turning toward the door and waiting for the sound of the key that enters the lock.

Those few seconds lasted an eternity, perhaps because it's been days since the last time he saw his Captain.

Suddenly the door switched open and a tall and blonde man appeared, laying down a bag and his shield, then looking up to the man who was waiting for him.

"Bucky!" the blonde exclaimed, closing the door. Looking toward his Bucky, but something was trying to catch his attention.

The lights of the apartment were off, but something else was lighting the room they were in. Red and yellow lights lighted every corner of the room, especially a big tree with every sort of decorations, from the classical Christmas' balls to some domestic objects – they used to do that when they were kids. This little detail made him happy because that meant Bucky remembered their past.

"So... what d'you think about this? Do you like it? Or do you want me to remove everything? I can do it immediately..." said Bucky, hoping the man would have liked that Christmas atmosphere, but feeling a bit intimidated from his silence.

"No, don't remove anything. I really, really like it." Steve answered truly, getting closer to the man while still looking around himself with a smile and then stopping in front of the brunette which was staring at him in a strange way – a way that Steve suddenly noticed.

"D'you do all by yourself? I've always been such a disaster with decorations..." said the blonde, thinking about the good old days and smiling to himself.

"Yeah, I know, I always had to help you, especially with the tree... you were so small..." Bucky added almost in a whisper, showing a little smirk – the first after a long time.

Steve whirled toward him with a surprised expression and a light behind in his eyes. Bucky was starting to remember even the littlest details and that made him really happy, so happy he could have cry.

Silence fell in the room. Bucky was wondering if there was something wrong, not understanding what Steve was thinking or why he was smiling, but that made him think about one thing.

"I missed you..." he whispered lowering his gaze just to not look at the blonde, biting his bottom lip with the fear of saying something wrong but, after those words, Steve got closer and placed his arms around his shoulders, holding him in a warm and tight hug, closing his eyes just to rest his chin on his shoulder.

"I missed you too, Buck..." Steve murmured in his ear, not knowing Bucky felt a shiver on his back caused from the blonde's voice. He hid his face in Steve's neck – he's always wanted to do that – and suddenly felt his smell.

Steve went on a mission for five days, but living Bucky alone has been the hardest decision in his life. Though he seemed to be fine, but while they were hugging Steve decided that he would have never left him alone again.

Bucky was now his priority and he had to put Captain America in second place.

Once again he was overthinking, not noticing that Bucky was silently sobbing against his skin, letting him feel his warm tears falling down his neck.