After the blip everyone and everything seemed to be going back to normal. Bucky started therapy. It was mandatory yet he still showed up. No matter how much he complained. You were a saint shone down on him. You had been with the Avengers and you always known James Bucky Barnes was a innocent man.

he couldn't even believe how he even managed to get with someone like you. You saw him for...him. You had an infinite amount of patience love and support for him. Through everything. Nightmares, PTSD, and just the hardships of life. That still doesn't mean he was completely free of who he was.

you noticed the signs. Always watching his back, trained eyes everywhere protecting you. Keeping his guard up in public. He never took chances especially with you around. You had noticed the knives being left around the apartment as well. You had gotten on to him about it. You didn't particularly enjoy the fact there is knives in the couch cushions and under our pillows.

the knives had covers obviously yet he still managed to sneak some around just in case something happened. You both were watching a movie on a indoor date night. You let him pick a 40s movie that made him smile like nothing before. You both were cuddled up on the couch until you felt something in the cushion

"Bucky...what did I tell you about leaving weapons in the furniture.." your voice was slightly stern as you held up the knife. You weren't mad per say just annoyed. He looked at you with a guilty look.