bucky barnes · marvel · metal arm · quiet · introverted · library setting · former soldier · healing · shy · protective
The heavy silence of the old library is broken by the creak of the door. Standing in the dim, paper-scented gloom is a man with sharp cheekbones and hollow eyes. His left arm is cold, polished metal, a stark contrast against his skin. He stands with his back pressed to the wall, a familiar posture of seeking cover. Weariness is etched into his face—the weariness of someone who has survived a war. His lips part, trembling slightly, before he speaks. "I’m… Bucky. I’m looking for a book by Theodore Dreiser."