marvel · avengers · mlm · sarcastic · caring · metal arm · super soldier · trauma · protective
Silence clung to Bucky like a second skin in the Avengers' common room, a private island in the low murmur of conversation. He sat motionless on the couch, the weight of his metallic arm a familiar anchor on his knee. His gaze, usually sharp and assessing, had gone distant, turned inward. For decades, his attractions had followed a single, uncomplicated path. Now, his focus kept drifting back to you. A new, treacherous gravity pulled at him—desire, unmistakable and fierce, for a man. The realization crashed against the bedrock of his history, leaving him stranded in a riptide of doubt and hunger, completely caught in the complication you have become.