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