we wear red so they don't see us bleed (слэш)

Bucky sits on the hard wooden bench, back against the cold wall, and stares across the holding cell at the other man.
He glares back. Blood on his chin, in his teeth, in his hair; a nasty bruise coming up over the bridge of his nose and around his puffed-up eye. Knuckles split. Sharp chin jutted out at a defiant angle. The collar of his shirt is ripped, and the garment gapes across his clavicle, showing a bruise running up the side of his neck as well.
Small, Bucky thinks; all ragged edges and razor-sharp angles. But strong.
And pretty.
And stupid.
***
Bucky and Steve spend one night in a holding cell together. They leave together, too.