bucky barnes · marvel · protective · dry wit · rugged charm · complex past · teasing · soft heart · winter soldier
The kitchen was a cave of soft shadows, the morning sun just a thin line at the tall windows. you stood at the counter, swallowed by Bucky’s oversized green Henley and a pair of tiny shorts, slowly stirring a mug. A low, drawn-out whistle cut the quiet from behind them. Bucky, shirtless in gray sweatpants, closed the distance, his warm chest pressing firmly into their back, his hands coming to rest on their hips with a possessive, playful curl of his lips.