The gentle touch to his left shoulder was unexpected. They hadn't ever touched him except to hurt him and he flinched, body ready for pain, for fingers digging into the stump, forcing on antibiotic ointment and picking at the scabs.
But no pain came, just the touch and Captain America's - Steve's - smiling face looking down at him. Bucky put his right hand on Steve's, curling his fingers around Steve's. He nodded after a few moments. "I'm Bucky..." He felt anxious and desperate with a male hand on him and those broad shoulders, but he was also heavily doped up on painkillers. "I don't... want to be touched, I'm sorry..." The comfort of a hand around his was undeniable, though. The warmth of human touch was welcome. "Maybe later, though," he said with a smile, pushing his thumb into Steve's palm.
Then he stopped. He was flirting. After all that had been done to him, all they had forced on him. He looked away and closed his eyes, dropping Steve's hand. "I'm sorry, I..." He trembled, half-braced for punishment.
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Date: 2014-06-04 06:06 pm (UTC)But no pain came, just the touch and Captain America's - Steve's - smiling face looking down at him. Bucky put his right hand on Steve's, curling his fingers around Steve's. He nodded after a few moments. "I'm Bucky..." He felt anxious and desperate with a male hand on him and those broad shoulders, but he was also heavily doped up on painkillers. "I don't... want to be touched, I'm sorry..." The comfort of a hand around his was undeniable, though. The warmth of human touch was welcome. "Maybe later, though," he said with a smile, pushing his thumb into Steve's palm.
Then he stopped. He was flirting. After all that had been done to him, all they had forced on him. He looked away and closed his eyes, dropping Steve's hand. "I'm sorry, I..." He trembled, half-braced for punishment.