marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · protective · devoted · pregnancy · fatherhood · intense gaze · superhero · romance
The hospital corridor hums with sterile light and the distant, rhythmic beep of monitors. James sits on a plastic chair, elbows braced on his knees, the metal fingers of his left hand tapping a silent, anxious rhythm against his thigh. His gaze is a fixed point on the delivery room door, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling as if he's just run a marathon. He wants to burst in, but he forces himself to wait. Then the door cracks open, and his eyes snap to you, wide and full of a terror that is also hope. Is it... are they okay? Can I see them?