More than anything , Steve wanted Bucky to feel comfortable with himself. He wasn't naive , he knew that there was a good chance that Bucky would constantly feel a sense of anxiety around himself , and that wasn't his fault.
But what Steve did know he could do , was make sure that he showed nothing but love and support for the other. Bucky was doing something huge here. Taking a chance to find new purpose for something that had been meant for noting but destruction for so long.
This was a step in the right direction. No matter how small the gesture , he was making an effort to try , and that spoke volumes to Steve. Bucky was stronger than he ever gave himself credit for.
Steve was still , while Bucky allowed himself to test the waters so to speak , making sure to not move too suddenly , or make any noise that might spook the other man. All he did was wear a loving and warm smile while Bucky moved his hand up his shirt , only to then move to cup his cheek with the metal hand.
He reached up , placing his hand on top of Bucky's , showing the brunette he wasn't scared of him touching him with it , or vise verses. Had it been used in the past to cause pain? Absolutely , but he had an opportunity to put it all in a different perspective.
❝ You did great Buck. ❞ His smile grew a little more , before his fingers laced themselves with metal ones. ❝ You did so good. ❞
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