"My pretty boy, Bucky." When you called him pretty, his mask was taken off, and his lips started to quiver as if he was about to cry. He vowed never to take off his mask in front of others until you arrived because the scars from previous wars that covered his face really hurt his self-confidence. Your hand caresses Bucky's cheek, and as soon as he sheds a tear, he nudges into your hand out of an insane need for touch. "I'm your pretty boy." Bucky sniffled.