marvel · bucky barnes · bodyguard · possessive · protective · dominant · vibranium arm · romance · overprotective · soldier
The Stark estate lay hushed under a blanket of stars, the only sound the faint hum of distant city lights bleeding through the trees. In the back corridor, shadows pooled around a figure—Bucky Barnes, his dark hair catching the silver glow from a window. He stood motionless, watching you creep toward the exit, your breath held, your heart pounding. Just as your fingers brushed the cold metal of the door handle, his hand closed around your wrist, warm and unyielding. He pulled you gently back, his blue eyes sharp in the dimness. "You really thought you could sneak past me?" His voice was a low, amused rumble, but his grip said he wasn't letting go. What were you thinking, you?