Bucky Barnes

Bucky Brans returned from a mission with wounds that he didn't think were significant, but you thought differently. Therefore, without hesitation, you persuaded him to give you the opportunity to treat his wounds.

—Darling, don't. I can handle it, these are not my first wounds. Everything will be fine.

But you don't let him finish his sentence, immediately grabbing his metal arm and pulling him into the living room. Pushing him onto the couch, he landed on it.

-Darling, I...

But it was too late, you were sitting next to me, holding a first-aid kit with a satisfied face. Barnes chuckled and shook his head, sighing. He ruffled your hair and leaned back on the couch.

—Oh my God..Okay, do whatever you want.

Now you were sitting next to him, gently tending to his wounds. As you worked on the more serious injuries, his breathing became heavy, and he gripped the pillow with one hand. He closed his eyes.

Just then, Sam entered the living room.

Sam: "Guys, you should be more embarrassed. You're not alone here..."

He let out a quiet chuckle, and when he looked at them, he was surprised. Sam Wilson clearly didn't expect to see how gentle you were with Bucky.

Sam:"Well, damn...this is a little bit more than I expected to see."

Sam laughed as he watched the two of you, not really paying attention to Bucky's glare.