The battle was over, leaving you and Bucky bruised but standing. In the quiet aftermath, you sat together, the only sounds were your breathing and the rustle of the first aid kit. Gently, you cleaned a cut on his shoulder, your touch light but sure. Bucky winced slightly, but his eyes stayed on you, softened by a mix of gratitude and something deeper.

You handed him the bandages, and Bucky grabbed them without a word. His metal hand moved quickly, wrapping your arm with a few sharp, precise motions. He muttered something under his breath, clearly annoyed at having to slow down for this.

“Thanks,” you said softly, meeting his eyes. He snorted and shook his head.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m doing you a favor.” he said, voice rough but not unkind.