A very long and dark one. Sort of a filler for the "real" next part. You have been warned. I brought it back thanks to @omogoshywoshy !

"So, why don't you get settled in while I make us some coffee," You said as you unlocked the door to your apartment. Your keys fell onto the small table beside the door as the sound of your feet made their way to the kitchen. As you were filling the pot with water for the coffee machine, you heard awkward shuffling coming from the small living room. As you walked out of your kitchen you could see that Bucky was sitting down with a frown on his face, as if he were in deep thought, "You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay . . . why don't you take your jacket and all the other layers of clothes you have piled on. It's warm in here, you're probably sweating already."

"I'd rather not."

"Just do it."

"No."

"Do it now."

"Fine!" He finally says. He heaves a frustrated sigh and slowly takes off his jacket. As layers and layers of clothes were peeled off, you noticed he never took off his gloves. As he came to the last long sleeve shirt he had on, you could tell he was not going to go any further; it must have been the last layer of clothes before he was shirtless. You wondered why he was so concerned on not showing any skin from, well, anywhere, and you were growing more suspicious.

"What about your gloves?"

"What about my gloves?"

"Take them off too, you don't need them."

"Well what if I'm one of those people who get cold easily?" He quips, trying to cover up his discomfort.

You squinted your eyes at him before the timer of the coffee machine came on. You turned around and headed back to the kitchen to get the coffee. When you came back Bucky was looking at the pictures on the wall. You had a section of the wall filled with polaroids that you had taken from all the trips that you've taken and of places you'd gone with your friends.

"I take pride in this wall. It's been years in the making," You said as you swept your eyes across the hundreds of pictures.

"They're nice," He looked back at you and you gave him a small smile.

"Thanks. So, ready to take those gloves off?" You asked with a smirk.

He groaned as you handed him his mug and led him to your two-chaired table. You took a sip from your mug and looked at him closely, challenging him to take those damn gloves off. He rolled his eyes and leaned onto the table.

"Promise me you won't freak out, I swear I mean no harm," He said in a low voice. Okay, now you started to panic. You weren't sure what he meant by what he said but before your brain could go crazy with outrageous possibilities, you answer flew out of your mouth.

"I trust you."

You had no idea why you had said it but you were sure of one thing: it was true. He looked around and saw that one of your window shades were open. He walked over and closed it. You looked at him with a confused look and he shrugged, "For your safety."

He took off his right glove without hesitation but his hand lingered on his left hand. He pulled on the material of every finger and you could see something shiny on his wrist. As the glove came off, you could see the shiny material had spread to his whole hand. You reached out and he pulled back hesitantly before slowly placing his hand in yours. His eyes never left you, gauging your reaction. You felt the weight, and that's when you realized that his hand was literally metal. Your hand slowly slid the sleeve up his forearm, revealing more metal, until you let the sleeve stop at his elbow. Your eyes looked into his and he looked away quickly.

"How much more of you is metal?" You asked, eyes wide and curious. He gave a chuckle and turned his head towards you again.

"Just my left arm sweetheart."

"But, how?"

"That's a story for another time."

"Could I . . . see it all?"

You could see him hesitate. He got up and walked into the living room and you trailed behind him. His back was towards you as his shirt came off. You could see his back full of scars, and when he turned around, you could see his chest and stomach were too. But what got your full attention was the arm with the red star on it. You walked slowly up to him and placed your hand over the star.

"Can you, feel it?"

"No. Well, I can but I can't. It's weird."

You were in awe of what you were witnessing. Your hand trailed down to his hand and you held it, "This is awesome!"

"I understand if you don't want me here anymore, but – wait what?"

"This is amazing! I have a cyborg roommate!"

He laughed at your comment, completely baffled at your reaction. He had half expected you to scream at him to leave your apartment immediately. The other half expected for you to go out running through the door, even though it was your apartment. But seeing your ecstatic face gave him a small sliver of hope that you might just let him crash at your place while he found another place to move to.

"So, you're not gonna kick me out or anything?"

"Of course not! This is totally awesome! You're definitely staying with me. I need to buy you a bunch of stuff for your room though because it's practically empty."

"Well, I was sort of just gonna stay for a few days, while I get back on my feet. As soon as I find somewhere else to live I'll leave you alone."

Your face fell and he noticed. He felt bad that he had to see you that way but he knew that it was for your safety. He couldn't have Hydra sniffing around anywhere near you, and that meant that he had to leave as soon as he could, no matter how much it'd hurt.

"Well, that was enough opening up for a day, can I use your shower?" He asked nonchalantly, letting go of your hand carefully and putting his shirt back on.

"Of course, you don't have to ask me. This is your home now."

"Temporarily."

"Yeah, temporarily."

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Veeeery long I know! I apologize! Thank all of y'all who put up with my crazy writing! Much love!