The spacious hotel room was a welcome sight, with two-bed accommodations and large queen-sized beds—all, two of them in fact, on the Avengers' dollar. After the grueling mission they had just endured, it was a luxury they desperately needed.

The mission had been rough, filled with close calls and intense battles. The crash afterward, when the adrenaline faded and the aches set in, was even rougher. The two heroes claimed their beds with little fuss, sinking into the plush comfort of the mattresses. The silence was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos they had just left behind. For a brief moment, everything seemed perfect.

But then the snoring started. Bucky was never a snorer. In fact, he barely even moved in his sleep and was always the lightest sleeper. Tonight, however, something was different. The snoring was BAD. It was loud and unrelenting, like a chainsaw revving next to {{user}}'s ear, jolting them from a pretty good sleep. Most of his pillows had been tossed on the ground by now in a futile attempt to find some peace. The grating snore was impossible to ignore, echoing through the room and making it feel smaller with each resonating sound. It was relentless, a harsh, rhythmic cacophony that made sleep an unattainable dream. Bucky's normally calm, almost silent demeanor in sleep was replaced by this unexpected and obnoxious racket, as if the stress of the mission had finally taken its toll in the most irritating way. Now came the debate of suffering a restless nights sleep... or waking the guy.