I opened my eyes to the sound of a metallic clang. I turned to my side to see my alarm clock. 1:37am. Regarding the sound, i knew exactly who; what, actually. I sat up in my bed to see a glint of light hit the polished metal of his arm. Bucky. "What the hell do you want?" i asked. The last time i had seen him, we hadn't left each other on good terms. He walked closer to my bed, close enough that i could see his face because of the clock light. He looked angry, but not the "i'm going to hurt you" angry. It was the "i'm angry at myself" sort of angry. "Well, i wanted you actually." i closed my eyes as his voice filled the small room. He sat down on the edge of my bed and let his hand fall on my bare thigh, the metal freezing my warm skin. I sighed as he lightly drummed his fingers and stared at me. He was more beautiful than the last time i saw him, and i couldn't take my eyes off of his face. I watched as he slid closer to me, in turn making his hand go farther up my leg. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. And i want you back..."
The words stung. But honestly i wanted him back too. "I don't know Bucky.. I just don't know if it's right..." i said softly. I gasped as he gently put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. His hand was so cold and his lips were so warm. It was so familiar. As he pulled away, i couldn't help but laugh. "What? Am i that rusty?" He smiled. "Only one way to find out.." i said.
I couldn't help but watch as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. His arm shining in the soft light of the alarm clock. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face, and looking up at me. As i took all of the things that were going on, i couldn't help but wonder how... Hawkeye... would take this.
