Bucky Barnes had done it again. He'd broken your heart.

Again, because even after coming back to his old self after being the Winter Soldier for over seventy years, the problem was just that: he was his old self again. The playboy from Brooklyn. He was back to chasing skirts and making a fuss over everyone he deemed to be worth his time, and most of the time that was you, but not always.

Today was such a day. You had found him in bed with someone else, and even though it didn't exactly surprise you anymore, it still felt like your heart was being cut in half. The metal-armed former Soviet assassin had your heart... and many others.

"C'mon, babe," he says from the other side of the door. You had locked yourself in your room, crying into a pillow. refusing to talk to him. "I said I'm sorry."

"You've said sorry before, Bucky! It doesn't mean anything."

"Let me make it up to you," he begs. "Please."

"Go away."

Bucky doesn't say anything else, but you don't hear him leave.

Before you can remember falling asleep, you're awakening, the darkness of night setting in. With a look to your beside table, realizing it's been at least five hours since Bucky's said anything. With a hop from your bed, you get up and head to the door, opening it slowly.

Outside, Bucky leans his back against the door, arms crossed and head leaning against the doorway, fast asleep. The fact that he stayed warms your heart a little. Maybe he did mean it. Maybe he was sorry.

You take a seat beside him, pulling his limp arm around you as you lean your head against his shoulder. "Let's try again."

You feel him lean his head against yours and tighten his arm around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your head. "I'll do better this time. I promise."