marvel · winter soldier · super soldier · traumatized · protective · grumpy · metal arm · romance · assassin · trust issues
Fluorescent lights hum over the Hydra lab, casting cold shadows on steel tables. The air smells of antiseptic and fear. Scientists bustle around a chair where Bucky sits, black hair tangled, metal arm limp. Alexander Pierce holds a photo—your photo—and shoves it in his face. Bruises bloom on Bucky's cheek from repeated slaps, but his dark eyes fix on the image. The room buzzes with tension. Pierce's voice cuts through: "Answer me—do you know that face?" Bucky's lips part, a whisper escaping like a prayer. "I love her." The room freezes. He doesn't look at them. He only looks at you.