Steve & Bucky
Bucky sighed. He wasn't explaining this well and honestly, he probably owed Steve some sort of explanation if he wanted him to understand. But fuck, it was hard to talk about with Steve, with the way he looked at Bucky like he was special and important. Not like he was the monster HYDRA had made him be for so many years.
When he spoke, his voice was soft and he was watching the fire, not Steve. "I don't know how much you know about what happened to me. What was in whatever files you read. But, they didn't exactly make me a killer mind controlled robot by giving me milk and cookies. I am jumpy about being touched by anyone I don't trust at least somewhat. Don't really want anyone to touch my face, or pull my hair." Bucky shuddered, again. The memories of why came back and he had to actually shake his head to clear them, stomach roiling a bit and feeling sick from it. "I have the whole arm thing going on. It's not, I wouldn't really want to try anything with anyone who I wasn't really close to."