Bucky lay on the bed; half his naked body covered by a crisp white sheet, while the rest of him leant back against the headboard. His hands clasped behind the back of his head so that he didn't nervously pick at the tough skin around his fingernails.

It was ridiculous, he had no idea why he felt like this. Why his nerves were jangling; why his mind was racing. Why his stomach was in knots with anticipation, like some kid that knew that he was going to get to see his first naked woman or was finally going to get to second base. I mean, it wasn't as though this was the first time that he had been with a girl. Before the war he.........and then he realised, that that was it; the cause of all the feelings that were bombarding him; the last time that he had been with a woman, was over eighty years ago, before he had seen the horrors of war; before he had been taken by HYDRA and turned into the Winter Soldier. Before he had done his best to find himself again. It as if the Bucky he was now, was completely different to the one from the 40s, a new man; and that this was the first time that this new Bucky was about to experience love. Though he had to say that for a first time as this Bucky, he was glad that he would be sharing it with the woman that was currently in the bathroom, getting changed into something more comfortable.

He had first met (Y/n) when she had helped Steve track him down. Bucky recalling that he hadn't heard a single word that his old friend had said, as they stood in that small apartment; his eyes, his mind, too focused on the beautiful woman that stood behind the captain. And then, she had fought alongside him, when they had clashed with Tony, Nat and the others. (Y/n) a reassuring presence when he had finally been welcomed into the fold; always there when he needed someone. Yet it was not until she had been wounded on a mission, that he had realised that the feelings that he had for her, were far more than those ones you would have for someone that was just a friend. That even though he was still punishing himself for all the things that he had done as the HYDRA assassin, he felt that if anyone, other than Steve that is, could help him find peace, could help him rediscover who he was and who this new Bucky was, it was (Y/n). A small smile coming to his lips as he thought about how he must have looked like a goofball as he did his best to ask her out on that first date. And the pride that he had felt when he escorted her into the old-fashioned soda shop that Steve had told him about. The two sitting in one of the booths and just talking over ice cream floats. The former assassin feeling as though the weight of the world, the weight of his life as the Winter Soldier, had been taken from his shoulders. And that night, after they had got back to the compound, he had slept until the morning, without a single nightmare. The old soldier smiling as he had woken, his hand reaching up to his cheek; sure, that he could still feel her goodnight kiss on his cheek.

Since then, things had only got better between the two. The simple sweet kiss to the cheek, slowly becoming a kiss to the lips when they would say goodnight; slowly becoming more. And of course, it had been Sam to walk in on the pair, when they were getting hot and heavy on one of the sofas in the common room, while the rest of the team was supposed to be out. Bucky quickly removing his flesh hand from under (Y/n)'s shirt, before helping her up and escorting her from the room. The two ignoring the smug smile on the Falcon's face, as they had made their way to find somewhere a little more quiet. And now here they were. Bucky happy that they had taken it slow; that he had shown her that he wanted more than just getting her into bed; but now they were at that point, he wasn't about to say no.

"Hi........." Bucky sitting up straight, as he saw (Y/n) standing in front of him, in little more than a soft silk nightrobe. The breath catching in his throat, as he let his eyes trail up and down her body.

"You look nervous......Am I really all that scary when I am nearly naked.......?" She continued with a chuckle. Her amusement growing as the old soldier shook his head and inched forward in the bed.

"No, no. Its just that........you're beautiful, and its been......well, its been a while since......."

"Well, if you don't want to, we don't have.........."

"What? No, jeez, (Y/n). There is nothing more that I want than to be with you. Its just that........its just that sometimes I think you deserve better than me. That I shouldn't be dragging you down..........."

"James Buchanan Barnes........" The sound of his full name making him stop his rambling.

"You are the sweetest, most wonderful man I have ever met. You are loyal and brave beyond words; and despite everything that you have been though, you still have kindest heart. There is nothing more I want than to take what we have to the next level, because.........well because I love you, Buck......"

"You......you love me.......?" Bucky questioned. His heart threatening to burst out of his chest, as she smiled and nodded. The former assassin never believing he would hear those words. Never believing that anyone could care for him that much. But now that she had confessed her feelings, he had a confession of his own.

"That......that's good, because I love you too, doll..." The soldier replied. A smile coming to his lips, as a soft blush came to (Y/n)'s cheeks.

"Well, then............" (Y/n) pulling at the length of silk that held together the robe. The soft material falling to the floor. Bucky pulling back the sheet as she moved to the bed.

"Why don't we prove just how much we really love one another...." She continued, as he climbed onto the bed. Bucky slowly, carefully pushing her down onto the mattress as his lips found hers. (Y/n)'s hands tangling themselves into his hair as the kiss grew more passionate and bare flesh, touched bare flesh, sending exquisite shivers through their bodies. Bucky smiling as his fingertips ghosted of her naked breasts, the movement earning him the sweetest of moans. The old soldier knowing that even if he would never be the Bucky he was before the war, if someone like (Y/n) could love this new version of him, then he was sure that with her by his side, he could come to appreciate it too.