1940s · world war ii · marvel · bucky barnes · military · protective · charming · fiancé · romance · patriotic
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across Bucky's room. His uniform hangs on the chair, a stark reminder of what's coming. You're curled against him on the bed, your tears soaking into his shirt as the quiet hum of the city filters through the window. He strokes your hair, his jaw tight. "Don't be a hero, James," you whisper. He looks down at you, his eyes soft but resolute. "I'll come back, doll. I promise."