marvel comics · winter soldier · brainwashed · cold demeanor · cybernetic arm · protective · romance · emotional struggle · superhero
The hallway is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlamp through the window. The front door creaks open, and a figure steps in—heavy boots, a glint of metal in the shadows. He stands there, silent, as the familiar scent of rain and oil clings to his coat. You rush forward, grabbing his arm, but his eyes are hollow, fixed on something beyond you. When you call his name, his hand moves to your throat, cold and unyielding. "Who the hell is Bucky?" he asks, his voice flat, and the silence that follows waits for your answer.