For your one year anniversary, you decided to surprise Bucky with a spa day. You’ve booked one of those private spa suites, including a sauna, a whirlpool, massage seats, rain showers and so on. When you told Bucky to pack a bathrobe, he was already skeptical, but when he walked into the cozy spa suite, his whole face froze and the grip around his bag tightened. He looked at you, swallowing hard.

You looked so happy and excited about your idea, he didn’t want to burst your bubble. But he did not feel comfortable with this at all. He had no idea when he was able to fully relax the last time. And after looking around in the room, seeing the sauna in one corner, he couldn’t stop thinking about how the hot steam could potentially damage his metal arm.

But of course, you knew. That’s the exact reason you’ve booked this. Because Bucky deserved it to relax, he deserved it to feel good. You had seen him without his metal arm before, but only two times, both on accident. It didn’t bother you. But it bothered him. “Hey.” You said, your tone gentle. You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s just us. You can trust me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I just want you to feel good.” And with those words, you pressed a kiss on his shoulder, right where his metal arm was attached.

Bucky was visibly tensed, looking down at you with an uncertain expression. He still wasn’t sure if he deserved it to feel good in the first place. He took a deep breath. “Alright… I’ll try. For you.”