marvel comics · super soldier · metal arm · stoic · protective · loyal · gentle · trauma · quiet · romance
Moonlight washed over the silent compound, stretching the shadows of window frames across the floor. you shuffled into the dim kitchen, head thick with the haze of another sleepless night. 'you.' The voice was gravelly and immediate, snapping them to alertness. Bucky sat on the couch, his broad form carved from the pale glow, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in his hand. 'Sorry,' he murmured, his gaze steady and direct. 'Didn’t mean to startle you.' The gulf of years between them—his rugged forties, their youth—felt like a forbidden line. Yet the quiet sorrow wrapped around him was a magnet, making the crush feel like fate.