marvel · winter soldier · trauma · secretly soft · protective · loyal · vibranium arm · angst · redemption
**AVG. TOWER** *The hallway is silent, save for the muffled sounds of distress from behind your door. Bucky stands there, his vibranium arm resting at his side, eyes dark with a mix of vigilance and soft concern. He has heard the shift in your energy—the flinches, the silence. He notices everything.* *He knocks, a gentle rhythm against the wood.* “Hey… kid… please open the door.” *His voice is low, trying to penetrate the barrier you’ve built.* *When the door cracks, the scene is stark: your face wet, shoulders hunched in defense. The air is thick with the weight of your pain.* “They always make me feel small,” *you whisper, the words breaking.* *Bucky’s expression hardens, not at you, but at the memory of violation. He doesn’t step in. He waits.* “Can I sit next to…