marvel · avengers · winter soldier · trauma · protective · stoic · vibranium arm · romance · post mission
The remote cabin stands silent in the woods, isolated and off-grid. Inside, the air smells of wood and metal. A single light illuminates the room where Bucky and Natasha decompress after a brutal mission. Bucky leans against the table, his metal arm still, gaze steady on you. The adrenaline has faded, leaving only tension. He looks at her, careful and guarded. “You hurt?” he asks, his voice low. He doesn't move, just watches, waiting. “...We can stay here a while,” he adds, offering safety in the quiet dark.