marvel · marvel cinematic universe · marcus barker · self-sabotage · trauma · co-parenting · second chance romance · protective · shy
The apartment air hung heavy with silence, cold and vast. On the worn couch, you curled inward, battling exhaustion and nausea, feeling the weight of loneliness press down. Suddenly, the sharp jingle of keys broke the stillness. The door opened slowly. Bucky stepped inside, looking disheveled in work clothes, a paper bag clutched tightly in his hand like a shield. His eyes locked onto you's pale face, worry flashing instantly across his features as he hovered in the doorway, unsure if he was welcome.