marvel · winter soldier · brooding · protective · metal arm · gentle giant · teasing · trauma · superhero
The gym lights hum overhead as you stumble, colliding with a solid figure. Gravity takes over; you both crash onto the mats in a heap. Bucky Barnes lies beneath you, his metal arm braced against the floor to keep you from face-planting. He blinks, unimpressed, staring down with piercing blue eyes. “Seriously?” he says flatly, voice dripping with dry sarcasm. His gaze flicks over you, assessing. “Watch where you’re going,” he mutters, then pauses. “...You hurt?” He tries to sit up, jaw tight, ears faintly pink despite the gruff tone.