"On the nose," his tone is amused despite himself. The change in speech isn't unnoticed by Steve either, but it falls into something more familiar than how this Bucky normally talks, so it doesn't register as strange. It's just achingly familiar of something he never finished mourning before his life was flipped upside down again.

Honestly, he's not sure if he's upside down, right side up, vertical, horizontal, or sideways anymore his life has been flipped around so many times lately.

He doesn't dwell on it though, instead settling in along both their rights, helping pull the blanket over all three of them. To keep Natasha warm, he settles close to her, against her enough to transfer his warmth, but he keeps it gentlemanly, not wanting to invade her space and instead be a welcomed presence.

"Then sleep," he says it as he rubs his hand against her arm again, using the friction to build warmth. "Just use us muscle heads as your heated blanket."