When Bucky tightened his grip on your hip, you gasped in pleasure. Something flashed in his eyes and he closed them, breathing heavy. You placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb under his eye. "Bucky?" He opened his eyes and smiled down softly at you. "I'm okay doll, promise." He told you, although you weren't one hundred percent sure you believed him. He turned his face into your hand, kissing your palm, and you tugged your lip between your teeth. Just seeing him lean over you sent a delicious chill down your body.

You were about to lean up to kiss him when you heard a car pull up a couple hundred feet away from you. You and Bucky both snapped your heads to look and you could see two bodies scrambling into the backseat, shredding clothes. It took you a second to put two and two together, then you burst out laughing, covering your mouth. Bucky looked down at you. "What?" He asked.

"Bucky, you brought me to a make out spot." You said in between giggles. He tilted his head, not understanding. "This is a known spot where people come and park their cars to make out and have sex." Bucky's eyes widened as he sat back on his heels. You leaned up on your elbows to look at him. He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't know I swear that's not why I brought you here." He rambled. He glanced down at your legs, where your dress was pushed all the way up to your hip. You pulled it down and sat up. "Bucky it's okay. I know you didn't know. Even I forgot what this place was. It's okay, we can go back home." You told him. He nodded, helping you to your feet, before cleaning everything up and putting it back in the trunk.

The ride back to the compound was quiet, too quiet for you. Bucky had both his hands on the wheel, gripping it tight. You placed a hand on his leg, causing him to jump slightly and look over at you. "Bucky, are you okay?" You asked. He sighed. "I feel like I ruined our date." Your mouth dropped. How could he think that?

"Bucky, no. It was perfect. I thought it was funny that we ended up there. The date doesn't have to be over you know; we can do something back at the compound." He let his right hand leave the wheel and slid his fingers into yours, nodding.

He walked you back to your room. "So, what do you wanna do now?" He asked.

Let you take me to the bed and fuck me into oblivion?

"We can watch a movie? I'm gonna change, meet me back here in ten?" He nodded, giving you a small kiss, before turning and going to his room. You banged your head against your door, knowing Bucky probably heard you.

Get your libido in check dumbass.

I cant. It's been so long.

It has for him too. You can't rush it.

Why does my brain have to make so much sense?

You threw on a pair of leggings and a tank top, before going into the bathroom to take your makeup off. Bucky knocked on your door a few minutes later, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. You took his hand and led him to your couch, sitting down next to him, pulling the remote out from underneath you. "So, what do you wanna watch?" You asked. He thought for a second. "That movie that we first watched in the tower? What was it called?"

"Toy Story?"

"Yeah, that one. Is there another?" You smiled and nodded, pulling it up on the tv. You noticed Bucky was falling asleep toward the end of the movie, so you softly nudged him awake, smiling when he hummed against your shoulder. "Come on, let's get you into bed sleepyhead." You stood, turning off the tv and holding out your hand for him. He took it and followed you into bed, laying down on his side. You went to put your back against him but he stopped you. "I want you to face me. Please." You smiled and nodded, settling in against him, his metal arm resting on your hip, placing a slow kiss on your lips. "Night Ally."

"Night Buck."

You heard whimpering as you stirred, opening your eyes to find Bucky in another nightmare. You were still facing him, placing your hands on each side of his face. "Bucky. Wake up."

"No, not her. Please." He whimpered. "Shhh. Bucky it's me. Come on baby wake up, it's not real." You whispered. Tears were falling down his face and his grip on your hip was getting so tight it was starting to hurt. "Bucky. Wake up. You're hurting me." You winced at the pain, and leaned in to press your lips to his. He was still asleep, but he kissed you back, relaxing his grip on you, bringing his metal hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You heard his breathing even out as he fell back to sleep and you followed suit after, hoping he stayed asleep this time.

You woke up before Bucky the next morning and slid out of the bed as best you could without waking him. You took a quick shower and changed into some pants and a different tank top. You had the bathroom door open while you were brushing your teeth, and when you leaned against the counter, you hissed in pain. After rinsing your mouth out, you pulled the side of your pants down to reveal a large black and purple hand shaped bruise on your hip. You were about to heal it when you heard Bucky suck in a breath.

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes. "What happened." He said, getting up and making his way over to you, running his thumb over the bruise, making you jump. "It's nothing, I'm okay. You just had a nightmare and squeezed me a little too hard." You told him.

"I hurt you." He said barely above a whisper. You put your hand under his chin, forcing him to look at you. "I'm okay. I promise." You placed your hand over your hip and healed it, looking back up at him. "See? All gone." Bucky shook his head. "What if I hurt you in a way you can't heal."

"Bucky. I can handle this. Please. I am okay." You leaned up and kissed him softly, backing him into the bedroom until his knees hit the bed, causing him to fall back on it, taking you with him. His hands laid on the bed, like he was refusing to touch you.

You sat up, straddling his waist, and took his metal hand in yours. You kissed the back of it, the palm, wrist, forearm. "Ally, don't. Please." Bucky pleaded with you. You placed his hand on your hip, the one you just healed. "Bucky, please just trust me. I know my limits. I know what I can handle. I am okay. We are okay." He closed his eyes and sighed, nodding.

"Now, shut up and kiss me Barnes."

Bucky's POV

He had hurt her. The one thing he was afraid of doing. He had been having a nightmare, one where they tortured Ally in front of him. He felt so guilty when he saw the bruise on her hip. Ally was going shopping with Wanda today, so Bucky went down to the gym to let off some steam. Steve was already down there, working up a punching bag when Bucky entered. The blonde noticed Bucky's mood and came over to check on him.

"Everything okay Buck?" He asked. Bucky stilled for a minute, debating on whether to tell Steve or not. He sighed. "I had a nightmare last night and accidentally hurt Ally." He said softly. Steve's eyes went wide. "What do you mean."

"When she was in the bathroom, I saw a giant purple handprint on her hip, where I fell asleep holding her. She said I squeezed her too hard while I was having my nightmare." Bucky paused. "I shouldn't be doing this Steve, I could seriously hurt her. I'm not always in control. I should just leave."

"Don't you dare." Steve barked out. "I know that what you went through was horrible Buck, but that girl has been through hell to try and get you back, and she's been so patient. She knew you weren't going to be the same and she also knew that it would take time. She's unbelievably smart Buck, she knows what she can handle. Don't take her choice away by leaving because you're scared. We're all here for you."

Bucky sighed and looked over at the blonde. "When did you become so damn smart." He asked, chuckling. "I get it from Ally." Steve responded.

Bucky did feel better after talking with Steve, but he was still worried. What if his nightmares never truly went away? What if he woke up in the middle of the night with his metal hand wrapped around Ally's throat? He'd never forgive himself if that happened.

Bucky decided to try and make it up to Ally. He enlisted the help of Wanda to keep her out longer than she'd planned, and had ordered six dozen vases of Sunflowers, which were Ally's favorite flower. They were delivered within the hour, and Bucky set them up around her room. He also moved her couch around, and the coffee table, and grabbed blankets from his room and all the extra pillows he could find, making a giant pile in the middle of the room. He also got some twinkle lights from Nat and strung them around the ceiling.

He ordered Chinese takeout from the place Ally had ordered from the first time he had it, and let Wanda know that they could head home any time.

God, I hope she likes this.

Ally's POV

You were currently standing in a lingerie store with Wanda, looking for some new underwear. She had picked out this adorable purple lace top with matching panties, and held it out for Ally to see. "What do you think?" She asked. "Well, depends, is it for Vision?" you asked her, raising her eyebrow. The younger woman blushed, looking back at the rack. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh come on, we all see how the two of you stare at each other. Wait…can he even...does he even have a…" You trailed off, not even sure you wanted to know. "I don't know, but I guess if the situation ever arises, I'll let you know." She said, smirking at you.

You ran your hands along another rack until you stopped, finding the most gorgeous outfit. It was a black and red lace bra, with matching cheeky lace panties, with garter straps. She pulled it out and showed Wanda, who's eyes widened as she nodded. You found some stockings with a single black line up the back. When and if Bucky was ready, you were sure this might give him a heart attack. You also went to the party store, and bought decorations for Steve's party, which was in a few days. You didn't really want to go with the red, white and blue theme the Captain already had going on, so you opted with gold, black and white.

You ordered all kinds of balloons, to be picked up that morning, and picked up streamers, plates, cups and anything else that matched the theme. You went crazy really but it wasn't every day your best friend was almost hitting a hundred years old right? You and Wanda headed back to the compound and you told her you'd see her later, eager to get into your room and relax.

Opening the door, you froze to see Bucky standing in the center of your room in his pajamas, with Sunflowers everywhere, and little twinkle lights hung around your room. "Bucky, what is all this?" You asked, stepping in and setting your bags down next to the dresser. Bucky held out his hand and you took it, letting him pull you against his chest.

"I felt bad about last night, and I wanted to make it up to you doll." He said softly. You smiled, lacing your fingers through his hair. "Bucky, this is really sweet, but you didn't have to do that. I'm not upset about last night, I promise." You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling when his hands came around to cup your face. "I know. Just let me do this for you." He whispered against your lips. You nodded and stepped back, noticing the Chinese takeout boxes.

"Did you order from my favorite place?" You asked. He nodded and you smiled. "Thank you, Bucky."

"Go get changed into something comfy and we can eat." He told you. You hurried into the bathroom and put on a pair of shorts and a tank, coming back out to find Bucky already seated on the floor. He looked up at you and gulped, not able to take his eyes off your legs. "Eyes up here Barnes." You teased. He grinned and pulled out down with him, handing you a takeout box.

You decided to watch The Breakfast Club, one of your favorite movies ever, and your heart felt so light with how much Bucky was laughing. He really seemed to be doing better today, maybe he talked with Steve, and got some things off his chest. You knew Bucky wasn't the type to just start talking about his feelings.

Much to your disappointment, Bucky went back to his own room that night, and he promised that he'd be okay, giving you a kiss before shutting your door behind him. You sighed and crawled into bed, reaching your hand out to the space next to you, frowning.