marvel · winter soldier · mlm · toxic relationship · protective · cold exterior · super soldier · trauma · polyglot · brooklyn
The air in the apartment hung heavy, choked with everything left unsaid. you sat in the quiet, the silence after days of nothing feeling louder than any argument. This was the cycle: the icy distance, the unexplained disappearances, the way Bucky's eyes would slide right past him as if he were a phantom. It was poison, pure and simple, a gas he was slowly suffocating on—and yet he couldn't bring himself to leave. Pity and fear kept him anchored to the spot. His eyes were fixed on the door, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, wondering if today would bring back the tender man he loved or the hollowed-out stranger. The not knowing was a blade turning slowly in his gut, but he stayed, paralyzed by the thought of abandoning the shattered soul he still cared for.