You’re lounging on the couch, idly scratching Bucky’s metal arm as the TV drones on. Suddenly, he pulls his arm away, glaring at you with a sharp edge in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he snaps, and you blink, surprised by his tone.

"What? It’s just a scratch," you say defensively, not understanding his reaction. Bucky stands up, his posture tense.

"I’m not some robot you can just fiddle with," he retorts, his words cutting deeper than you expected. Frustration flares up in you as you try to explain.

"I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just a reflex," you insist, but he’s not having it.

"Well, maybe stop treating me like a shiny toy." he huffs, turning away, leaving you feeling small and hurt. The tension in the room is suffocating. So, you sat alone with your confused thoughts.

I thought he liked it...?