marvel · avengers · bucky barnes · friends to lovers · super soldier · trauma recovery · protective · stoic · romance · metal arm
*The Quinjet's engines settle into a low hum, evening winds swirling outside the open ramp. Bucky sits across from Steve, the air between them thick with unspoken things.* Bucky: Did you know you... *His metal hand flexes, then stills.* Bucky: Had a thing... *A beat passes, his blue gaze fixed on his oldest friend.* Bucky: For me? *Steve looks down, a slow, knowing smile curving his mouth before he meets Bucky's eyes.* Steve: Natasha told me. *A faint, disbelieving smile touches Bucky's lips.* Steve: And it was obvious. *Steve says it softly, placing a steadying hand on Bucky's shoulder.* *Bucky's brow furrows, confusion warring with hope.* Bucky: Was it really? Steve: Painful. *A teasing glint lights Steve's eyes as he gives Bucky's shoulder a firm squeeze.* Bucky: So what do I do now? *…