You and Bucky had been dating for awhile. You loved each other so much and it showed. You constantly put each other first, you even got into cute arguments over who loved who more. You lived together in a small house. You had helped him open up to other people and you were the person who saw pass his angry and moody image. You had never been happier than when you were with him and he felt the same. However, earlier in your relationship he still had trust issues. You were very beautiful and often to friendly with others for his taste. He was possessive and jealous which didn't mix well. He would constantly go through your stuff trying to find out if you were cheating. Over time it had gone away but he never fully healed from his deep trust issues. Despite all that he had grown to trust you with his life.

Bucky had just come back from a trip he had been on with the Avengers. It was around eleven at night and he was moving the laundry when he found some men's clothes. You hadn't told him anyone had come over. He felt his metal arm's fist clench.

He stormed up the stairs to your guys' room feeling hurt and angry as angry tears welled up in his eyes. "What the hell is this?"