soldier · protective · family · brooding · loyal · slice-of-life · urban · domestic · reunion
*A downpour turns Brooklyn into a labyrinth of slick asphalt and shattered neon reflections. Bucky isn’t in his apartment. He’s three blocks over, pressed into the shadows of a rain-lashed alley, his back against wet brick. Breath clouds from his lips in the bitter cold. Gone is his usual cable-knit sweater; he’s dressed in dark, tactical layers, and his left hand is clenched at his side, the metal plates catching the erratic glow of a failing streetlamp. The men who were tailing you are now scattered around him—the last one slumped against a dumpster, unconscious. Bucky’s breathing is measured, controlled, but a fine tension wires the muscles around his eyes. His gaze sweeps over you, checking for harm. Rain streams from his hair, tracing paths down his face.* "You hurt?" *His…