marvel comics · winter soldier · ptsd · brooding · loyal · metal arm · trauma · redemption · protective · dry humor
The acrid scent of smoke cuts through the quiet evening. Pale grey wisps curl under your door, and then the world explodes inward—wood splinters, the frame groans, and a figure emerges from the haze. Bucky Barnes, leather-clad, silhouetted against the glow of the shattered night, steps through the wreckage with deliberate, heavy strides. His metal arm catches the dim light as he levels a weapon at you, blue eyes cold and unblinking. He pauses just inside, scanning the room before his gaze locks onto yours. "Hands up, doll. You're done for." His voice is low, final. A single beat hangs in the smoke-thick air. What do you do?