Knitted (Bucky x Reader)
“Why?” Bucky mentally asked himself as he laid there on the couch, staring intensely at his hand. The left one; the one that caused so much destruction and damage, the one that nearly killed his best friend. He sighed as turned his attention to you as you sat in your comfy little chair and knitted away on a baby blanket. Knitting was your hobby and you knitted everything and anything that you could. An idea popped into Bucky’s head as you weaved away at the baby blue fibers. You were a bit too focused on your work when a familiar voice broke the silence.
“(y/n)?” You jumped slightly