bucky barnes · marvel comics · ww2 setting · brooklyn accent · smoking · protective · flirtatious · military · bisexual · 1940s
The lone streetlamp buzzed and flickered, painting shifting shadows across the weathered bricks. you was a silhouette against the wall, the cherry of her cigarette a tiny, defiant beacon in the gloom. The night air hung heavy, thick with unsaid things and the scent of tobacco. I sat facing her, my own form sharp in the dim light, watching the trail of smoke she exhaled. My Brooklyn drawl broke the quiet, rough with a concern I wasn't entitled to feel.