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Your Daily Smile #2660

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Guess what my cat woke me up at 5am and I can't sleep so I'm going to write a few paragraphs on my phone and see what comes up. I think I'll tag it 'insomnia writing' so nobody expects any real plot lmao

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"You're holding back." Bucky says it calmly as he spars with Peter, no anger at being physically weaker than a teenager in his voice, but he follows it up with a hefty throw that only works because he's figured out a lot of Peter's spidey sense relies on intent and potential harm. If there's no intention to hurt Peter and no immediate projectile incoming, his senses remained settled.

"But I-" Peter flips himself in midair and lands on his feet. He's effortlessly countered a full body throw that launched him 10 feet in the air but Bucky saw him trip on nothing and drop his pizza off his plate and be brought to tears just last week. ""-I don't wanna hurt you, B-Bucky."

He still stuttered and blushed trying to use Bucky's first name. Everyone in the tower had given up on him ever calling Tony anything less than 'sir' or 'Mr. Stark' but Bucky had finally worn him down with persistency and a few rounds in the ring.

"You won't." Bucky's arm adjusts itself, servos whirling as he watches Peter walk back up to him. The kid is relaxed; he's obviously assuming that they're taking a break to chat or maybe for Bucky to lecture him. Briefly he thinks about a surprise attack; he could let Peter get close and then go for a punch to the gut to rattle the kid's senses back online.

He discards it. He's not in the Red Room or with hydra.

"C'mere." Bucky beckoned him even closer and then held up his metal arm, making a fist. At Peter's confused look he continued. "I want you to squeeze as hard as you can."

"But-" Peter's eyes flood with so much concern he starts to step backwards on instinct. Bucky wraps his flesh hand around the collar of Peter's work out top (a ratty old tank like he isn't the pseudo adopted son of a billionaire) and reels him back in.

"If you break me, I'll let you fix me." Bucky says, a twinkle in his eyes that has Peter flushing at the tops of his cheeks but obviously pleased all the same. They both know how much of a geek Peter can be when he gets his hands inside the arm.

"Deal!" Peter's grinning now and he places a hand on top of Bucky's metal one. It's similar to when they first met (fought) back at that airport several lifetimes ago.

At first nothing happens and Bucky can tell Peter's hesitating. It's one thing to test his limits in a lab and another thing entirely to use it on a living person. Peter's eyes flick up to Bucky's and there's a nervous, frightened shadow behind his pupils that has Bucky moving his hand from Peter's shirt to the back of his neck, squeezing gently.

"You're alright. I'm asking for this. You won't hurt me."

Permission and reassurance given, Peter takes a last, dry sounding swallow and then begins tightening his grip in increments.

Bucky can sense pressure and a little bit of heat through the wiring and software translating the signals for him. If he concentrates hard enough, his brain could access and assess the exact amount of psi Peter is exerting right now.

Instead he's content watching Peter watch their hands. Earlier they'd broken a light sweat but now enough time has passed that Peter's skin looks dry and his hair has fluffed out. The red tint to his skin has remained, though.

Peter hooks a foot around Bucky's ankle and pulls, throwing the older man off balance and sending them sprawling and Bucky should be concerned because that move was so basic, so beginner, he should have seen it coming with his eyes closed but somehow Peter is more distracting than actual sensory deprivation.

"I can't do it." Peter lays himself out on top of Bucky, flopping so they're chest to chest and hiding his blushing face in against a scruffy neck. Peter tangles his fingers with the metal ones he'd been attempting to crush, thumb stroking smooth metal and hairline cracks from the plating.

"You're okay." Bucky doesn't know what else to say. He doesn't want to push Peter off. He doesn't really want to move now that he's found himself here.

This is probably better than letting Peter crush his hand anyway.

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08/02/2019