When I was younger, my Mom told me that if anyone lay their hands on me in anyway and I didn't like it, I could punch them in the face. So when Bucky's hand accidentally brushed my butt in the kitchen this morning, I turned around and punched him in the nose.
"Oh shit, Barnes I'm sorry." I covered my mouth, watching as he covered his nose. He sniffed slightly, his eyes watering.
"Ah, it's not broken," He smiled, waving me off with his hand. "That was a good punch. Sorry about my hand by the way." He smiled sheepishly before walking over to the coffee machine. I felt my cheeks burn up as I finished fixing myself a bowl of cereal.
