“Have you seen the….? Oh.” Steve stopped as he walked into the room and saw Bucky had his shirt off. He blushed and reached for it, but Steve quickly crossed the room. He could see where the metal arm was attached to the rest of his body, angry old scar tissue along the line.
“I know, it’s ugly,” said Bucky quietly.
“No it’s not. It’s part of you, and you aren’t ugly at all.” Steve tilted his chin and kissed him. They’d been moving forward together cautiously, but hadn’t really progressed past kissing and a little bit of touching.
Pulling away, Bucky looked up at him searching his face. “You got a body like a Greek God, and I got this thing.”
“And it’s fine, Bucky, it really is.” Steve sat next to him and took the metal hand in his.
Bucky flinched a little, but took a breath and leaned against his shoulder. Steve kissed the top of his forehead. He would take all the time Bucky needed.