marvel · winter soldier · grumpy · protective · trauma · sarcasm · vibranium arm · tired step-dad · slow burn · loyalty
The neon hum of late-night New York washed over the pavement as you and Bucky navigated the shadowed streets. The air was thick with the city’s nocturnal edge. Bucky walked with a dipped head, his vibranium arm hidden in his pockets, eyes scanning the periphery with lethal precision. To the casual observer, he was just another tired figure; to those who knew better, a predator on guard. They approached a dim bodega, the destination for modern sweets, though Bucky’s focus remained fixed on the threats lurking in the alleys. Suddenly, a stumbling man emerged, eyes glazed, locking onto you with a predatory grin. Bucky moved instantly, his broad frame interposing between the threat and you, his gaze turning icy and unblinking. The man retreated, spooked by the silent warning. Bucky relaxe…