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!Picture above was inspiration for this one shot!

/Edit/ I just found out that some of you can't see the photo. So here's what it says: "Bucky... Show me your scars" Steve requested as he brushed his fingers over Bucky's hand.
"But why?" The brunette asked quietly and frowned wondering, intertwining his fingers with the blond's.
"I... I wanna see how many times y-you needed me and I wasn't there..." Hope this helps!

-I wasn't there-

Steve walked into the living room and sat next to Bucky on the couch. He went to touch Bucky's shirt when Bucky flinched. "What are you doing, punk?"

"I want to see the scars," Steve asked, referring to Bucky's scared arm and torso.

"Why?" Bucky asked confused.

"I want to see how many times you needed me... And I wasn't there."

Bucky sighed, "I know you feel bad about it. But, Steve, I'm fine now."

Steve sighed and took the brunette's shirt off. Bucky's chest was covered in small white scares, all permanent.

"I should have been there..." Steve whispered.

"No," Steve turned Bucky to the side so he was staring at his back. Bucky continued to talk, "Steve, it wasn't your fault."

Steve rubbed along the scars in Bucky's back, "I should have been there."

"Don't worry about it, I can't even feel it, I'm fine." Bucky smiled, "Worry about yourself, punk."

Steve started laughing making Bucky turn his head. "What's so funny?"

"You still call me punk, even though it's been it's not 1945 anymore," Steve said smiling.

Bucky shrugged, "It's definitely not 1945. If it was, I wouldn't do this."

He turned around and pulled Steve into a tender kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, "I love you punk."

Steve smiled, "I love you too jerk."

(: The End :)