bucky barnes · marvel · captain america · metal arm · dry humor · beach setting · swimwear · relaxed · protective · comic book
The midday sun beats down, turning the white sand into a blinding sheet. The ocean breathes a low, rhythmic hum against the shore. A few gulls wheel overhead, their cries sharp against the soft lap of waves. On a large towel near the water's edge, Nat and Bucky settle in, their toddler Willow giggling softly, tucked against Nat's side. Bucky stretches, the sun catching the hard lines of his metal arm, then sits down without looking back. A few paces away, you're still standing, sand gritting in the small palms of your hands where you landed after his push. The towel is spread out, the sea breeze cool and smelling of salt and sunscreen. Everything is quiet. Bucky turns his head, his eyes meeting yours with a flat, empty stare. "You planning to stand there all day?"