It took a good 15 minutes to get to his place, we stood outside a house, I frowned,

"This is your place?"

"Yeah?"

"You have a house?"

"It's not as big as it looks, me, Steve and Sam share it," He pulled me forward, "C'mon"

We quietly sneaked in; I pulled my heels off. He directed me up the stairs and into his bedroom, he switched the light on, whilst he went to find something for me to wear to bed, I looked around his room, pretty basic. Bed in the middle, desk and small bookshelf to the left and build in wardrobe and set of drawers to the right, most surprisingly was a big fluffy navy-blue rug on the floor. I walked over to his desk, his laptop was in the middle, with a journal next to it, his reading was on the right, and dog tags handing on a hook on the desk behind the laptop.

"This is probably my longest shirt, think that'll be okay for you?" he held out a grey tee-shirt, long sleeved, like all his shirts.

"It'll be fine, thanks,"

"I'll leave you to get dressed, I'll just be outside,"

"Oh hey wait, do you have a vase to put these in?" I held the flowers out,

"I'll put them in a glass," He smiled and took them,

"Thanks, Bucky" He left, I put my shoes besides his desk with my sloth and his mater. Stretching I try to reach around to pull my zip down, I was too tired for this, I opened the bedroom door, Bucky fell in as he was leaning against it, "Sorry, could you come in, I need unzipped,"

Stepping in, he closed the door, I turned my back to him, reaching up he pulled the zip half way down my back "Is that enough?" He whispered,

"Yeah," I reach around, I could reach, "You don't have to leave, just spin around for a minute, okay?"

He smirked, "You got it." He turned. I unzipped and stepped out of my dress, quickly taking my bra off pulling on his shirt on. Folding my dress and tucking my bra into it hiding it, I place them down by my shoes.

"Okay, you can turn around,"

He turned, "You good?"

"Yeah,"

"Good, so I'm going to head out to the sofa, if you need-"

"You tired already?" I teased, smirking

"You're not?"

"No," my yawn deceived me, "Okay a little, just stay for a little bit, talk me to sleep, sleeping in strange beds is weird,"

"Are you calling my bed strange?"

"No…" I smiled, walking over to it, pulling the covers back and climbing in, lying on the side, I patted the bed next to me, "C'mon, just until I fall asleep,"

"Okay, okay," He smiled, "Let me change… Ok pervert, your turn to turn away,"

We laughed, I covered my eyes, peeking through my fingers -sorry, not sorry- He sat on the edge on the bed pulling off his suit pants and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, he pulled off his shirt, my hand dropped from my face, I couldn't help but stare. Bucky's left arm was covered in scars, raised scars, as if he has been burnt, badly.

He sighed and I looked up quickly, meeting his gaze, he looked disappointed, "Bucky I'm sorry, I-"

"No, I get it, it's hard not to stare, God knows I stared at the mess that my arm is when I first woke up"

"Was this from the Army?" His eyes widened and then frowned,

"How... How do you know about the Army?"

I felt like face-palming "Rumlow mentioned it."

"How much did he t-"

"Nothing really, just when you finished High School, you went into the army."

"Do you want to know the full story?"

"You don't have to tell me anything Bucky,"

"I want to be the one to tell you," He scoffed out a laugh "it's a good one"

I smiled sadly at him, glancing again at his arm.

"On my 17th Birthday I enlisted, I got in straight away, within a week I was off to Bootcamp which I flew through, I loved it, it was high energy and a mess but I loved it." He smiled to himself, "After 6ish months I was into the infantry as a private, I got sent straight to the front line; Afghanistan. I fought hard, worked hard to protect my squad, after another 6 months I was promoted to Private First Class. I was good at what I did-"

"You were going through the ranks pretty quick then?"

"Yeah, I always said when I got in, I'd go up quick. I aimed to be a Sergeant within 18months, it usually takes at least 3 years," He took a breath, "I got to Corporal within 23months of service."

"Wait, you were a Corporal at, what, 19?" I was shocked,

"Yeah, I was made to be the new poster boy, so to speak, they helped me to climb the ladder quickly, to help show other future cannon fodder that they could join the Army and be just like me… And that's when it all turned to shit. I was on a convoy, escorting a major weapons technician back to the base after a demonstration, I sat on his left behind the driver. Dugan, my buddy, was on his right. Pinky in the front passenger seat," He took a deep breath, "The left front wheel hit an IED,"

I gasped, "Bucky…"

"The Humvee flipped, the driver, Johnny, died on impact. Dugan was hurt real bad: broken leg, arm and a serious head injury. Pinky was lucky he got Dugan and that tech, Stark, out. I was trapped; arm half crushed, I couldn't get out and the fire from the IED explosion was spreading through the cabin." He rubbed a hand over his scars "Pinky crawled back in to drag me out, I remember the heat of the fire as it caught up to me, with Pinky's help I was able to get out, the tech was panicking. The rest of the convoy had stopped and got us to safety, I passed out and woke up a few days later, my arm was useless, 3rd degree burns with severe muscle and ligament damage. The tech, Stark. He helped me with my arm, worked out a way to fix the damage, not sure how. I know I can move it now and I beep every time I go through airport security…"

"Bucky, I-"

"I don't want sympathy, I just needed you to hear it from me," He glanced at me "I know it's bad-"

"Thank you" I crawled over and held his hand, "This doesn't change anything"

He reached to his shirt and went to pull it on, I stopped him. I crawled closer to him, he watched me as I ran a hand up his left arm resting on the side of his neck. I paused, making sure this was okay, and I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips. He pulled away,

"You don't have to do this-"

"Bucky," I stopped him "I've wanted to do this for a while,"

"Really…" He smirked, leaning down to kiss me again, I pulled him towards me, deepening the kiss, I could feel him smile. I ran my hands through his hair as his hands slid to my hips, lifting me up slightly so we could wiggle up the bed. Biting his bottom lip with a smirk he moaned quietly, squeezing my hips. I ran my hands from his hair down his neck, his chest but as I met the waist of his basketball shorts, he stopped me.

"Hey," Pulling my hands away, he put them back onto his neck, "Let's take it slow okay,"

"Yeah, of course, sorry," I muttered confused,

"Hey, it's not that I don't want that, I do, but it's our first date, and I'm a gentleman after all," He winked, I laughed,

"That you are," I pulled him back into a kiss, we lay on our sides, pulling away he smirked,

"I think you should get some sleep, no doubt you'll want to hang out with me tomorrow,"

I laughed at his smug face, "Yeah, no, I've got plans with my other suiters…"

"Wow, so that's how it is,"

"Oh yeah, I'm a social butterfly with a little black book, got to keep that up," I winked,

"Pencil me in then," He lightly kissed my head and stood up, "Sleep tight, doll,"

"Wait, you're actually leaving?"

"I told you I'd take the sofa, enjoy the bed alone, it won't happen again,"

"Oh, smooth…" I laughed as he left.

Pulling the duvet up to my chin I smiled, -Bucky Barnes, what a guy- closing my eyes I fell into a deep sleep.