He was awakened the next morning by a soft knock. He clumsily made his way over to the door.
"James.. good morning," Natasha said.
"'Morning," he replied with a yawn.
"I thought maybe you could use a friend," she said.
He nodded, stepping aside to let her in his room.
She closed the door behind her. "Steve said you had a rough night."
"I told her… everything."
She nodded. "I know that couldn't have been easy for you."
He threw his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder.
She tightened her embrace on him, gently stroking his hair. "It's okay. You're okay, James," she whispered softly.
"I know," she murmured. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He shook his head, pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes.
She raised her hands to his face, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb.
He mirrored her actions, carefully positioning his hands on either side of her face. She hissed slightly at the sudden cold touch of his left hand.
"Oh.. sorry.." he murmured.
She smiled. "It's fine," she said.
"Good." He leaned his face closer, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips roughly against hers.
She kissed him back, pressing her body into his. She let him be the first to pull away.
"James.. are you sure you want to do this now?"
"Oh yes," he said with a mischievous gleam in his eye. He reached for her again, pinning her to the wall with his body.
She placed a hand against his chest, looking up at him through thick eyelashes. This time it was she who kissed him, her lips firmly against his jaw. He leaned his head back eagerly, closing his eyes as she moved her mouth down his neck.
He placed his hands on either side of her waist, lifted her up easily and she wrapped both legs around him as he carried her over to the bed. She pressed her hands into his shoulders, pushing him down on his back as their mouths met again in a heated kiss.
He pushed her shirt up as they kissed, his metal hand touched her belly and she yelped at the cold. "Stop, that tickles," she said.
"Mmm.. in a good way?" He slid his fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants. "If I remember correctly, you learned to like the cold."
"James…" she breathed.
He hungrily kissed at her neck, his metal fingers slipping into her panties.
"Oh…" she moaned.
"Oh… what?" he whispered, moving his fingers between her legs.
"Oh, that feels so good.." Her hips bucked against his hand.
He unhooked her bra with his right hand, pushed her shirt up to expose her breasts. "Do you want me to make you come like this?" He said huskily.
"Alright.." He slipped two metal fingers inside her, lowered his face to her breast, his tongue licking at her already hardened nipple. He pumped his fingers faster, she moaned loudly.
"James…" she whimpered.
"Mmm… call me Bucky when you come," he murmured. He moved his fingers harder, faster…
"Oh…" she bit her lip.
He sucked roughly at her breasts.
He matched the rhythm of his tongue on her breast to his fingers pumping inside her as he felt her body stiffen.
"Oh, Bucky!" She shouted as she climaxed around his fingers.
"Mmm… I knew you'd get used to the cold," he said.