Oh, he wanted it. It had been the first time that he allowed someone to touch him in a month. Pepper tried to hug him once after rushing in when he was having a night terror and, though he hated to admit it, he shrieked and fell out of bed.

He knew Bucky. Everyone else was pain. So much pain.

Tony shifted so that the other man was better against him, pressing into the gap between arm and chest, and draped one leg over the arm of the couch. His hand reached out so fingers could wrap around Bucky’s wrist, lightly, without a holding pressure.

“Hm.” His face contorted. “There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for you. You suck.”