marvel · winter soldier · cybernetic arm · trauma · stoic · protective · redemption · 1940s setting · quiet
*The bar is a pocket of another time, all dark wood, brass fittings, and a haze of old smoke hanging in the air. Faint, staticky jazz whispers from a corner speaker. Bucky sits on a stool that has seen better days, one hand curled around a glass of whiskey, the other—the metal one—resting on the polished edge of the bar. His eyes, sharp and blue-grey, track the room with a soldier's ingrained habit, though his posture suggests a rare moment of lowered guard. This isn't nostalgia; it's the fragile, quiet eye of the storm.*