Scars
Iris groaned, her tired eyes fluttering open to be greeted with the bright light shining through the large open window across the room. She felt the familiar chilly weight of a metal arm across her waist but not for long.
Without warning Bucky groaned, shifting his weight towards the edge of the couch and proceeded to push Iris straight off the side.
“What the…?” Iris gasped as she crashed onto the hardwood floor. Bucky shot up in an alert fashion only to begin groaning a second later, grimacing at the bright light. He quickly noticed the grumbling Iris curled up on the floor, dipping to her side a second later.
“Iris, shit, I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“No, no it’s okay. That couch was definitely to small for two people.” Iris attempted to crack a smile only to have her intense hangover diminish it.
“I’ll get you some water.” Bucky hoisted himself up with a groan, offering to help Iris back on the couch but she just shook her head. Bucky rolled his eyes before leaning over and picking her up, much to Iris’s dismay.
“I was fine down there.” She grumbled while secretly relishing the softness of the couch.
“Whatever you say angel.” Bucky chuckled before walking over to the small bar which included a faucet.
After Iris had begun to accept her misery she took in her surroundings. She noticed that music was still playing softly in the background. Tony was still out on the couch across from her clutching an empty bottle of whiskey. Steve was passed out, half on a couch and half on the floor, while Natasha and Clint were in some sort of awkward embrace on the floor. Thor was just coming to his senses, muttering senselessly while slumped over an armchair. Pietro was lying on the floor, knocked out with the majority of his skin covered in bruises. Bruce, Wanda and Vision were no where to be seen.
Suddenly Natasha’s eyes flew open and her arm was wrapped around Clint’s neck no more than a second later.
“Jesus, Nat.” Clint coughed. Once Natasha had realized who she was currently choking she let go.
“Sorry.” Clint rubbed his neck while shaking his head. “I need to go back to sleep.” And as soon as the black widow had woken up she was gone out of the living room leaving Clint to lean against the coffee table.
“Here you go.” Iris turned her head slightly to see Bucky offering her a whiskey glass now filled with water. Iris used her elbows to prop herself up before leaning back into the couch.
“Thanks.” She took the water gratefully, sipping at it slowly. After Iris was finished Bucky helped her to her feet, letting Iris lean her weight into him as they moved to the elevator.
“I really need a shower.” She groaned as the elevator ascended though to Iris’s stomach it felt more as though it was spiraling out of control.
“Without me?” Bucky pouted jokingly.
“You are sounding just like Pietro now.” Iris rolled her eyes though her smile betrayed her.
“So that’s a no?”
“I never said that.”
Bucky grinned as Iris led him to her room, opening the door and entering the room. Iris took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. She turned to face Bucky once inside, slipping her fingers under the hem of his shirt. She pulled upwards, letting the fabric fall from her hand once removed.
Iris let her fingers drift over Bucky’s solid, scarred chest as he gently pulled the straps off her dress. Iris kicked it off, now only in her navy blue matching bra and panty set. His metal and flesh digits alike ghosted over her exposed flesh before unsnapping her bra. Iris remembered their first time in bed and how intense Bucky had been. This was a whole different side of him Iris hadn’t even known existed.
His hands then brushed down Iris’s thighs as she worked on his signature military style pants. When his metal fingers brushed over the scar Martinez’s bullet had left behind she shivered. Bucky stopped, his icy blues staring deep into Iris’s emerald greens.
“You okay?” Bucky’s Brooklyn accent had made a reappearance which caused Iris’s heart to flutter. She smiled and nodded, continuing with his pants until they were on the floor.
Bucky drifted his hands over Iris’s breasts, the contrast of cold metal on one side and warm skin on the other feeling refreshing on her heated skin. Her hangover already seemed to be curing itself. Bucky seemed to be moving his hands up to her face as to hold her closer but as soon as they neared the still very visible bruises he froze.
“You should eat more.” Bucky suddenly said, retracting his hand still terrified he’d hurt her.
“That was the least sexy thing you could say right now.” Iris laughed though suddenly concerned with her body. She knew she was thin but no mater what she did she could never quite get rid of the drugie figure.
“I’m sorry.” Bucky looked abashed. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known I just want you to be healthy.”
Iris smiled. More confident, she took his metal fingers in her own much smaller ones and bringing it up to her bruised skin. Bucky flinched, trying to pull away but Iris kept his finger tips on the edge of her collar bone.
It took Bucky a second but after visibly relaxing they continued. Bucky was the first one to pull down Iris’s panties, leaving her completely exposed to the chilly bathroom. Iris shivered before turning around, moving to the shower cabin. She turned the tap to her usual temperature before turning back to Bucky, gesturing for him to join her.
As Iris stepped into the steamy cabin Bucky pulled off his boxers before joining her. The rain style shower poured over their sore bodies. Bucky began rubbing Iris’s shoulders, putting a small amount of floral scented body wash into his flesh palm to wash of her body, waking extra care around her scarred leg and bruised neck.
Bucky could also notice many more scars which he hadn’t seen before littering her body, the most prominent of which was a long one stretching from the base of her spine to the beginning of her ribs. He brushed his fingers across it, eliciting another shiver.
“I shouldn’t ask but where are all these from.” Bucky regretted asking immediately after, remembering how much he hated people asking about his pervious injuries.
There were a few seconds of silence as Bucky internally cursed at himself.
“My dad attacked me with a broken bottle.” She began in a hushed voice barely audible over the shower. She turned around, her eyes pained. “First it was this.” Iris lifted Bucky’s metal digits to brush over another deep scar just over her left hip bone. “Then when I ran, or at least tried to, he threw the glass leaving the other.”
“I’m sor…” Bucky began but Iris lay her head against Bucky’s bare chest.
“Please don’t. I have had enough apologies about my life for an eternity.”
“Okay angel.” Bucky smiled, wrapping his arms around her body making her seem even smaller. They both didn’t know how long they stayed there, in each others arms but neither one minded.