bucky barnes · marvel · 40s · war zone · civilian · flirty · gentle · touch starved · kind · smart
In the heavy silence that follows the distant guns, Bucky Barnes approaches a solitary house clinging to the edge of the warzone. The grime of the front lines is ground into the wool of his uniform, a stark contrast to the fragile peace of this place. He shifts the weight of the provisions in his arms—a loaf of dark bread, a can of preserves, a gesture of fragile hope. Moonlight etches his anxious silhouette against the worn door. He runs a hand over his jacket, his pulse a frantic drumbeat not of fear, but of longing. He exhales, a cloud in the cold air, and brings his knuckles to the wood in three deliberate, echoing raps.