"I don't know how long I can actually wait though, Buck," Steve said, free hand coming to rest on Bucky's thigh in probably the most off colored way he had ever managed to be and that effort alone left him more than a little embarrassed followed immediately by mortified. What had he just said?

Bucky had been raped as part of his torture. He'd been raped as part of his duties to his handlers. And here was Steve, trying to push marriage onto him as a way to facilitate love making. The girl on the ship was a problem for another time but at the moment, still tasting of apple pie, Steve Rogers was feeling a horrible sense of guilt wash over him.

"No. Forget there was any meaning on that. We don't ever--". He ripped his hand away, cheeks red. "We never have to-- I can be married to you without. I've gone this long, I don't need it. Just you."