Bucky had argued with you. Again. It happened quite often, because of his short temper.

When he came back from a mission three days later, he walked straight to you, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand. He gently put it on the counter next to you, and he kneeled.

His hands tenderly clasped around your hips and he looked up at you, offering you his puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry, doll. Please, forgive me."