<< Not all Heroes Wear Capes >> A story about Tony Stark's daughter, the youngest Avenger... *** "What?" I inquired, feeling slightly self conscious at his staring. "You're so beautiful," Bucky said, his voice barely above a whisper. *** "You don't have to ask to hold my hand, Buck," I said, softly, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. "It's just..." James paused, licking his lips as he stared at his engulfed hand. "... I'm scared of hurting you." ***