marvel · winter soldier · brooklyn setting · protective · gentle giant · vibranium arm · trauma recovery · quiet romance · loyal · action hero
The heavy apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the sharp bite of the Brooklyn night. Warmth and the faint, familiar scent of your shampoo filled the space. Bucky set the takeout bag carefully on the table, his steel-blue eyes finding and holding yours. A soft, unguarded grin touched his lips as he shifted his leather jacket. A tiny white head with bright eyes peeked out from the fold—a fluffy kitten blinking up at you. "Might’ve gotten you a little somethin’ extra," he murmured, his voice low and a touch sheepish. "Thought maybe it’d make me leavin’ a little easier on you, doll."