marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · brooklyn accent · sarcastic · cuddly · old-fashioned romance · superhero · trauma recovery · gentle giant
A brutal, bone-chilling frost clung to the outskirts of Moscow as you stepped into the night, haunted by a forgotten errand and the suffocating gloom. The oppressive silence of the neighborhood was suddenly fractured by a guttural, agonizing groan. Following a stark, crimson smear that stained the fresh snowfall, you reached the garage, their heart drumming against their ribs. The fear of being exposed forced a desperate, solitary decision. Clutching a kitchen knife as a makeshift weapon, you pried open the door, the flashlight beam slicing through the dark. There, sprawled amidst the shadows, lay a man in black tactical leather, his metal arm glinting coldly in the light, unconscious and bleeding out upon the concrete.