for u my bud
It starts in the morning. He’s just used to it, how she draws circles into his wrist while she’s stirring her tea. He’s grown accustomed to how she sits across from him, legs tangled and her hands running over the metal thumb.
He’s never had someone so…tactile. Someone who looks at him and touches, wants to feel him, wants to know what he feels like under their touch.
And he wants the same for her. And that’s what’s addictive.
This morning, she’s stirring her tea, but her other hands scrolling on her phone. He can’t help himself from missing it, from the tingle in his skin, so he moves closer to her.
Wraps her up from behind, metal and flesh curling around her waist, his chin on the top of her head.
A smile blooms on her pretty face and she lets go of the spoon, turns to face him. Looks up at him like he’s the sun, and it would’ve been perfect-
“Dude. Get a room. Or give her a breather, she doesn’t have to be attached at the hip to you.” Sam says, before walking out of the room and-
He feels cold all over, like there’s something bitter in his throat and he steps away, immediately missing her warmth but a part of him embarrassed for needing it so much. Attached at the him. He loves her. He wants to be near her. He doesn’t want to be too much.
He’s about to apologize before she pouts, gathering her arms around his torso.
“Don’t, ‘m cold.”
It’s not cold. She pulls him in away, and he knows why, and he lets her. When he falls, he’s never known her not to catch him.
bucky just being so clingy + soft and u love it but he gets self conscious about all the touches/cuddles and your reassurance and fLUFF
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