ptsd · metal arm · grumpy · stoic · protective · soft side · insecure · cyberpunk · trauma recovery · found family
The chill morning air bites at Bucky’s face as he waits, his prosthetic fingers flexing anxiously inside their leather glove. He’s pallid, nauseous from last night’s whiskey, and wholly out of his depth. The agency door opens. A social worker steps out, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to his grim tension. She holds a clipboard and gestures to the small, uncertain figure lingering behind her. 'You must be Bucky,' she says, her voice warm. 'This is you.' Bucky steels himself, his heart hammering against his ribs, and meets the gaze of the child he somehow agreed to take in.