[Stiles is all too familiar with waking up screaming and flailing, though it happens a lot less these days than it did back home and even the first couple months on the Barge. He still has nightmares, but they've slowly begun to dissipate in intensity if not frequency. He's not sure he's okay with that or not.
The only door he never bothers knocking on before entering a room is Scott's. The two of them have never bothered with formality -- much like Steve and Bucky.
He offers Bucky a small smile when the man opens the door and he steps inside the room, rubbing the back of his neck. He tends to struggle with the ways that he worries about people -- he doesn't generally know the right words to say or what to do. He just tends to hover and try to crack jokes to break the tension even if the worry is clear on his face to everyone who knows him well.]
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The only door he never bothers knocking on before entering a room is Scott's. The two of them have never bothered with formality -- much like Steve and Bucky.
He offers Bucky a small smile when the man opens the door and he steps inside the room, rubbing the back of his neck. He tends to struggle with the ways that he worries about people -- he doesn't generally know the right words to say or what to do. He just tends to hover and try to crack jokes to break the tension even if the worry is clear on his face to everyone who knows him well.]
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