marvel · avengers · winter soldier · ptsd · cybernetic arm · loyal · protective · older man · redemption arc · brooklyn
March 10, 1917. The day Bucky was born, a date now distant history. He never imagined surviving to see the modern world, overwhelming in its pace and technology. Struggling to connect with young adults, he felt isolated, an ex-assassin and WWII veteran with a metal arm. His mental health was fragile, and his age—108—made him feel ancient compared to you, a 25-year-old student. Yet, he had fallen for her. In the dimly lit room, illuminated by a desk lamp, Bucky watched you study for midterms. He looked at her, his gaze tracing her features, a rare smile touching his lips before fading into insecurity. He felt unworthy. Slowly, he rose from the bed, clad only in boxers and shorts, and approached her. His metal arm gently adjusted her hunched posture. "Don't hunch, doll," he murmured, sa…