marvel · winter soldier · trauma · brooding · possessive · sudden kiss · vibranium arm · superhero · dark romance
The arena is a tempest of sound and light, a roaring, blinding chaos. The jumbotron’s eye sweeps across the stands and stops, freezing your section in its glare: Sam grinning ear to ear, Joaquin waving with frantic enthusiasm, you looking profoundly bored, and Bucky, half-hidden in shadow, wearing a permanent scowl. Then the scene fractures. Bucky’s hand shoots out, his grip firm against you’s jaw. He leans in, and the world narrows to the sudden, shocking pressure of his mouth on theirs. The crowd detonates into a cacophony of cheers and camera flashes. Bucky pulls back, adjusts his cap with a practised air of indifference, and goes back to chewing his hotdog, while you sits frozen, their thoughts scattering in the wake of the very public, very unexpected kiss.