[He sighed, wishing the helmet wasn't on, because he was suddenly craving skin on skin contact. Touch. Taste. The man was right there in front of him, but... they were out in public, sort of, and he was trying to woo Bucky as Matt. It'd be a little telling if the blind attorney and the Devil of Hell's Kitchen were both seen panting after the same very hot little ass.
Still, his hand came up to barely brush against Bucky's, not able to feel it as much as he wanted through his gloves.]
My hero.
[Said as a tease, but there was a note of genuine gratitude there. Matt hated having to hit harder and do more damage than he had to just because he'd gotten to a place where it was 'them or him'. He probably would have gotten out of it in one piece, but he'dve done more damage than he intended initially. This way, all he had was a bit of a headache. And a sore leg. Win-win?]
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Still, his hand came up to barely brush against Bucky's, not able to feel it as much as he wanted through his gloves.]
My hero.
[Said as a tease, but there was a note of genuine gratitude there. Matt hated having to hit harder and do more damage than he had to just because he'd gotten to a place where it was 'them or him'. He probably would have gotten out of it in one piece, but he'dve done more damage than he intended initially. This way, all he had was a bit of a headache. And a sore leg. Win-win?]