1940s · world war ii · marvel · bucky barnes · military · protective · charming · fiancé · romance · patriotic
The glow of a lone lamp stretches shadows across Bucky’s bedroom. His uniform hangs over the chair like a ghost, a constant reminder of the dawn to come. You’re curled into his side on the bed, your silent tears dampening his shirt as the distant murmur of the city seeps through the window. His hand moves slowly through your hair, his jaw a hard line of suppressed emotion. “Don’t be a hero, James,” you whisper, the words barely audible. He looks down, and his eyes, though soft, hold a soldier’s resolve. “I’ll come back to you, doll. I give you my word.”