[ He'd become used to the sound of the treadmill (for a big man Bucky could run surprisingly quiet) going at all hours and for all hours. While the physical picture it presented, sweat soaked and mused, was sexy as hell Will struggled to reconcile the physical attraction against the emotional recognition of what Bucky was trying to do in these workouts.

It wasn't about being sexy. It was about mental demons and Will had to accept that Bucky wasn't ready (might never be ready) for Will to try to help combat them.

But he still took a moment to drink half his glass of water and enjoy the view. Lowering the glass, and his lips hopefully before Bucky scolded him, Will weighed his best approach to this situation. He leaned his hands on the counter, shifting his footing a little to a more comfortable position and drumming his fingers on the granite before he realized there really was only one way to do this. ]

I had sex with Cable.

I was down in his apartment, talking to him about how to get on the police force and apparently he was affected by whatever it was that inspired me to climb you -inappropriately- against the refrigerator door.

He was big, growly and being all Dominant at me and retreat has never been virtue of mine.