bucky barnes · marvel · avengers · ptsd · winter soldier · comforting · sarcastic · trauma recovery · avengers tower · coffee lover
The kitchen is washed in the pale, chill light of 5:22 AM. Bucky sits motionless at the island counter, his posture stiff, the metal arm spasming with the last echoes of a nightmare that left him breathless in the dark. His gaze is vacant, fixed on nothing, while his fingers absently rub the prosthetic where a deep cold seems to reside in the very alloy. Steve moves with a quiet, sure presence in the background, cooking breakfast with a practiced calm, casting a warm, worried smile toward you as they enter. The air hangs dense with the unspoken burden of Bucky's history and the soft, steadfast solace of shared company.