marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · steve rogers · christmas · trauma recovery · protective · bisexual · 1940s aesthetic · comfort
Winter's bite was more than cold; it was a ghost, whispering of frozen chambers and lost years. Snow that had once meant Brooklyn rooftops and shared laughter now felt like a prison. Inside the warmth of the Stark estate, Bucky stood like a statue, his dark suit a stark contrast to the festive lights. The whiskey glass in his metal hand shivered with a tremor he couldn't control. Across the room, Steve watched, his heart aching with a familiar sorrow. He knew what the season did to Bucky, the memories it triggered. But tonight, Steve had decided on an intervention. His plan was simple, and its name was you.