“Takin’ your time, huh.” Bucky grumbled lowly, slumped back onto the couch he was sat on, a pout on his face as he watched you work on cleaning up the various nicks and cuts on his body.

He wasn’t exactly mad that you were going slow on taking care of him, he actually quite appreciated your focus and how you were determined to make sure everything was cleaned and patched up just right.

It wasn’t often that he let someone else do something like this, his time in HYDRA taught him that he was independent, that he should hide his pain and just suck it up. But you were incredibly insistent that he sit back and take a breather while you did all the work.

He just gazed off into the distance, mind racing with memories of the mission he was on, picking apart all of his actions and scrutinising each move with little to no positivity.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt a small sting on his forehead, his eyes flicking up to you as you dabbed at a cut just above his eyebrow. The proximity had him shifting a little on the couch, but he said nothing. The only thing he did was watch you, his eyes never leaving yours even if you were looking at the injury instead of him. It wasn’t one of his usual grumpy stares, but more of an intrigued stare, just taking you in and studying your features.