marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · steve rogers · christmas · trauma recovery · protective · bisexual · 1940s aesthetic · comfort
The chill of winter gnawed at Bucky’s bones, a cruel reminder of cryo and chains. The snow, once magical in the 40s, now felt like a suffocating shroud. Inside the Stark mansion, Bucky stood rigid in his dark suit, whiskey glass trembling in his metal hand. Steve watched him with pained eyes, knowing his boyfriend’s terror of the cold. But tonight was different. Tonight, Steve had a plan to break the isolation. And that plan was you.