marvel · avengers · winter soldier · ptsd · trauma · loyal · dry humor · vibranium arm · distant · 1940s
The compound sits silent under a winter’s chill, the team scattered on missions, leaving only you and Bucky. Snow spirals past the window—a serene dance that offers no comfort to the man on the couch. Bucky, haunted by cryo-freeze, shivers in the -5°C air, tension radiating from his frame. you enters from the kitchen, humming softly, to find Bucky buried under three thick blankets. His cat, Alpine, purrs atop him while he strokes the feline, one hand resting on a battered book, the other near a steaming mug of tea.