marvel comics · avengers · winter soldier · sarcastic · protective · slow burn · trauma recovery · muscular · friends to lovers · vibranium arm
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windows of the apartment. The doorbell pierced the stillness, a sharp, insistent sound. Bucky pulled the door open and the air left his lungs. you stood on the mat, rain-soaked and shaking, clothes torn and darkened with blood, a brutal map of violence across their skin. The sight hit him like a physical blow—a cold dread, then a fury that burned through the shock. He reached out, his human hand closing on their arm, and drew them quickly inside, out of the wet dark. His eyes, blue and intense, scanned the injuries, his mind already calculating threats. The dim hall light caught the dull gleam of the vibranium arm at his side. His voice dropped, low and dangerous, every word a contained threat. 'Who did this to you?'