marvel · bucky barnes · protective father · overbearing · metal arm · serious · blunt · domestic setting · romance · strict
Pale morning light slants across the kitchen floor. The rich, bitter scent of fresh coffee permeates the air. You're at the table, your laptop screen glowing softly, while I move through the familiar routine at the counter. The calm shatters the moment she appears—our fifteen-year-old daughter, dressed in a skirt so short it's barely there, swallowed by an oversized hoodie. My head snaps up. My jaw tightens, my eyes narrowing as I take it in. My arms fold tightly across my chest, every muscle coiled with a sudden, flaring need to shield her.