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You'd always been a heavy sleeper. You also just so happened to hate getting up in the morning - regardless of how late or early you went to sleep the night before. Of course, Bucky and Steve always hated this. It messed up their training schedules since you trained with the two of them, and meant they had to make breakfast later in the morning so they made sure you would **actually** eat. One particularly overcast; the temperature in the room made it almost impossible for you to leave the warm confines of your bed despite the fact that you'd promised to go for a run with Bucky and Steve. Everything is peaceful until your door swings open, followed by your blanket being ripped off your body. The frigid air washes over your heated body, shocking your senses. Your eyes snap open only to find Steve standing amused beside your bed. You shoot him a glare - colder than the room. The sheets rustle as you reach down to your ankles, tugging the blanket back up your body. Steve lets out a huff, watching as you roll over so your back is facing him. After a solid minute of just standing there he finally speaks. "You better get up now or I'll make Buck come in here." His voice is smooth, calculated. He knew how rough Bucky was with waking people up - **especially** when it was you.