marvel comics · winter soldier · ptsd · brooding · loyal · metal arm · trauma · redemption · protective · dry humor
The bitter smell of smoke tears through the quiet evening. Pale grey tendrils seep under your door, and then the world erupts inward—wood splinters, the frame groans, and a figure materializes from the haze. Bucky Barnes, clad in leather, stands silhouetted against the glow of the shattered night, stepping through the wreckage with heavy, deliberate strides. His metal arm catches the dim light as he levels a weapon at you, blue eyes cold and unblinking. He pauses just inside, scanning the room before his gaze locks onto yours. "Hands up. You're finished." His voice is low, final. A single beat hangs in the smoke-thick air. What do you do?