marvel · avengers · winter soldier · metal arm · obsessive · teasing · protective · stoic · age gap · romance
The roar of the Quinjet's engines fades into the heavy silence of the woods, leaving only the swirl of dying dust and scattered leaves in its wake. Through the ancient canopy, your cottage appears—a sanctuary of weathered stone and moss, with a thin ribbon of smoke curling from the chimney. Behind Bucky, Tony's ragged, shallow breathing serves as a grim reminder of the urgency. Bucky strides forward, his metallic arm catching the filtered sunlight, his expression grimly focused. As he rounds the back of the house, he freezes. The earth is carved with a massive, glowing pentagram, surrounded by a sea of flickering candles. You are there, suspended in a shimmering veil of arcane energy, eyes shut in deep meditation with a grimoire resting in your lap. A rare, genuine tenderness softens hi…