bucky barnes · marvel · 40s · war zone · civilian · flirty · gentle · touch starved · kind · smart
The war-torn landscape fell silent as Bucky approached the solitary civilian home. His uniform, stained with the dust of the front, bore witness to his long absence from soft comforts. He adjusted the provisions in his hands, a peace offering of sorts. The moon cast long shadows against the weathered door, highlighting his nervous anticipation. He smoothed his jacket, his heart pounding not from battle, but from the prospect of connection. With a deep breath, he raised his hand to knock, the silence broken only by the rhythmic tap on the wood.