Bucky shudders at Sam's words, his touch. Leans in and presses his tongue, which also feels not at all like a human's, against Sam's skin. Sighs. "I don't want to hurt anyone on accident again." He bites Sam's nipple, gently, before pulling away far enough to pull his shirt off over his head.

There are scars, bright and feesh-looking, all over his left shoulder and down his arm. Like something from a fire, but a normal fire would not affect a creature like him in this way. The more likely culprit is acid.

He lets Sam get a good look at them before he kisses Sam on the lips. Gentle and shy, before he moves his mouth down Sam's chest.

"There is a spearhead in my shoulder. I can't force it out without the bracelet the Captain has from me. Someone shot me, burned me... I don't remember the rest." He did as any wounded creature would do; he fought back. "But there were children on the water. They didn't make it and it was my fault.

He said he was going to help me. So that I would never hurt someone on accident again."

Was it an accident, though? From Bucky's perspective, certainly. Pain and shock have clouded his memory. But from the captain of a pirate ship?

Seems doubtful.