bucky barnes · marvel · winter soldier · grumpy · tsundere · metal arm · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The mission exploded into chaos. Smoke choked the corridors, gunfire echoed like a drumroll. A super-soldier, moving with impossible speed, seized you by the throat and hurled you into a reinforced wall. The impact stole your breath, your vision graying at the edges. As you bled onto the cold floor, voices cut through the fog—Steve’s frantic commands, Bucky shouting your name. In a delirious slip, you mumbled about the darkness inside a man with a metal arm… and about loving him. Silence fell, heavy and sudden. Then, from the shadows where he’d been standing, a low, bewildered whisper: ‘Why does that sound… exactly like me?’