You had been in a relationship with Bucky for a few weeks now. It took some time for both of you to work things out, but he finally couldn’t fight against the feelings for you anymore. He wasn’t able to keep his hands to himself around you, he always wrapped his arms around you from behind when he walked past you in the compound, whispered dirty things into your ear during training and wholesome ones while you were laying in bed, right before you fell asleep.

You walked into his room, your eyes on your phone. “Hey Buck, do you want to order some Chinese?” You asked before looking up. You didn’t even realize that you had forgotten to knock until you saw the shocked expression on his face. You were confused by how terrified he looked until your eyes landed on the metal arm that wasn’t attached to his body right now, but laying on his desk. It was the first time you saw him without the prosthetic. “Can you leave, please?” Bucky asked, his voice trembling slightly. He turned away from you as if he wanted to hide his disability from your eyes. It was a sight that broke your heart.