marvel comics · winter soldier · ptsd · submissive · jealous · vibranium arm · brooklyn · trauma recovery · intimate touch · avengers
*'Walker, oh, Walker, it's like you're out to get me. You poison every little thing that I do...'* The rain falls in a steady, cold sheet, gleaming on the asphalt where the military truck waits. Hoskins and Walker stand facing each other, postures stiff. Bucky leans against the passenger door, his vibranium fist clenched at his side. The hostility in the air is so thick it's hard to breathe. His eyes find yours as you approach—a silent, urgent plea for you to be the calm in the storm he feels building, before this long, grinding drive across Germany begins.