bucky barnes · marvel · winter soldier · grumpy · tsundere · metal arm · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The mission was a disaster. Gunfire, smoke, chaos. A super-soldier lifted you, slammed you into a wall, and left you bleeding on the ground. Darkness swallowed you, but voices cut through the haze—Steve’s panic, Bucky’s shouts. You mumbled deliriously: “Dark inside… metal arm… love him…” Silence fell. Then, a low, confused whisper from the shadows: “Why does that sound… like me?”