Whispered Words
His fingers traced up and down the bare chest of his sleeping lover beside him. It was only three in the morning but as per usual he couldn’t sleep. His fingers stopped when they collided with the cold metal at the juncture where flesh met steel and he stared transfixed at the gleaming arm.
He still blamed himself. Still held all the guilt that this beautiful man went through seventy years of torture because of him.
He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to each scar that marred the once flawless body of the man he adored. As he stared down at his sleeping angel he brushed stray hairs from his strong face and smiled.
“I’m sorry I never told you I love you when I always knew I did.” Steve whispered then brushed his lips over Bucky’s before laying back down and trying to sleep once more.