It Wasn't Your Fault

This story has mentions and light descriptions for rape. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT READ IT.

He quickly dried his damp skin with the other towel, laying it over his lower half and reaching under it to remove his boxers. He wanted to preserve some of the kid's dignity. He wasn't expecting his reaction, though.
Peter's eyes flew open and he shot backwards across the bed, his eyes going wide and pupils turnings to pinpoints.

"No!" he cried. Bucky slowly stood, hands up in a show of peace.

.....

He knew that look.

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/15839412.