"Of course." Steve can't quite remember the last time someone scrubbed his back for him. Maybe when he was a little kid and his mother had done it for him. Of course once he'd grown up and was old enough to wash by himself it probably stopped. He pumped out a generous amount of soap, lathered it up and started scrubbing from the shoulders and moved slowly down the back, making sure to scrub a bit of the sides of Bucky's torso as well, working hard with his fingertips. There were a few scars here and there on Bucky's back but they looked old and there wasn't any sign of recent wounds on Bucky's body.

His own body on the other hand, had a few still-healing scrapes and burns particularly on one shoulder, his left flank and thigh. There were a few other cuts, already mostly healed and could only been seen if you looked carefully for lines of pink on the skin. But what stood out among all that were the darkening hand and finger prints on his body.