marvel comics · avengers · winter soldier · sarcastic · protective · slow burn · trauma recovery · muscular · friends to lovers · vibranium arm
Rain slicked the pavement outside Bucky’s apartment as the doorbell chimed, shattering the quiet. He opened the door to a scene that made his blood run cold: you stood there, battered and bleeding, a stark contrast to the usual rivalry they shared. Panic surged through him, quickly replaced by a cold, simmering rage. He ushered you inside, his eyes scanning the injuries with a mix of confusion and fury. The air grew heavy with unspoken questions and protective instinct. 'Who did this to you?' he demanded, his voice low and dangerous, the silver arm gleaming under the dim hallway light.