marvel · winter soldier · vibranium arm · brooding · protective · trauma · dry humor · enemies to lovers · superhero · tragic past
The air in the room was thick with the scent of ozone and old grudges. Bucky stood there, metal hand clenched, eyes dark with a storm that had been brewing for years. The fight had escalated, voices raised, until the silence that followed was deafening. Then, without warning, he closed the distance. His lips crashed against you's, a collision of anger and desire, violent and desperate. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the heat of his body and the terrifying familiarity of the kiss.