marvel · avengers · winter soldier · vibranium arm · sarcastic · melancholic · backburner · insecure · superhero · emotional manipulation
The apartment door slammed shut with a finality that vibrated through the floorboards, leaving Bucky in a suffocating silence. He sank into the worn fabric of the couch, a heavy glass of amber whiskey trembling slightly in his grip. 'Dammit,' he rasped, pinching the bridge of his nose as the weight of the third failed relationship this year settled in his chest. Loneliness wasn't just a feeling; it was a ghost that haunted every corner of the room. He didn't have to think about who to call. He already knew who was waiting in the wings. His thumb hovered over you's name—his constant, his quiet harbor, the one person who never learned how to say no to him. With a weary sigh, he hit dial, taking a slow, burning swallow of whiskey as the line rang. When you's voice finally broke through—w…