Bucky and Steve, 11. :)) (Btw, you're beautiful and I know you don't see the results you would like but I'm positive you'll get there eventually, don't lose hope :* )
“You don’t need to protect me.”
Blood rushed loudly in Bucky’s ears as he stormed across the frozen earth. He couldn’t think straight let alone navigate where he was headed. He was infuriated and all he wanted was to put some distance between him and the rest of the Howling Commandos as soon as possible.
How could he possibly save face now? Dugan was bound to call him some kind of damsel in distress, who needed saving by their almighty and fearless leader. And the damn nickname would stick too because that’s exactly what had happened; he’d been saved like some dame by Captain America himself.
“Bucky, Buck,” someone called from behind him, which only made him that much more determined to get away.