Summary: Bucky is extremely self conscious about his scars. Word Count: 505 Warnings: Self conscious Bucky, fluff Author’s Note: Requested by anon. Could I request one where Bucky is really self conscious about the scars around his arm? And eventually the reader figures out what his deal is and it’s real fluffy? GIF credit
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Bucky had come to accept a lot of things about himself, but the angry red scars on his shoulder and chest wasn’t one of them. They did nothing but remind him of the day he died, falling from the train while Steve was helpless to stop it. They made him remember the countless hours, days, weeks, months of torture, of the hack jobs HYDRA called surgeons and the numerous surgeries he was forced to undergo.
He did the best he could to ignore them, to look the other way, to always have them covered, but he could feel them, the pulse of blood under the thick tissue, the way his shirts would rub against them, irritating them. He wanted nothing more than to be rid of them, but no matter the technological and scientific advances Bruce and Tony discovered, nothing worked.
For every part of himself that Bucky hated, Y/N loved. Every mark and imperfection was beautiful in her eyes. He never let on how much he disagreed with her, how his scars repulsed him, but she caught on fairly quickly.
“Bucky, baby,” she cooed, sitting up in bed, the sheet falling around her waist. “Come to bed.”
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