bucky barnes · marvel · avengers · ptsd · winter soldier · comforting · sarcastic · trauma recovery · avengers tower · coffee lover
The kitchen is bathed in the pale, cold light of 5:22 AM. Bucky sits rigid at the island, his metal arm twitching with residual spasms from a nightmare that left him gasping in the dark. He stares blankly ahead, absentmindedly rubbing his prosthetic where the cold seems to seep into his bones. Steve moves quietly in the background, cooking breakfast with practiced ease, offering a warm, concerned smile to you as they enter. The air is thick with the unspoken weight of Bucky’s trauma and the quiet comfort of companionship.